I'm hoping you're missing the smell of my T-shirt
would you believe that my heart still hurts 
You use to wear my clothes 
Now I loathe 
confused on why you want to be alone 
hoping you'd call my phone. 
our future maybe unknown 
oh how much you've grown
my love I've shown
if only I could clone the throne I put you on 

 

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