are memories that we all live for
its the small things that make you taste so sweet
for better or worse, you make me weak at my knees
March nights are ever so warming
but at the same time they can feel just like December
Lusting, loving, my mind questions the wanting
Because if it feels this good, it can't be real
Because if it feels this good, it can't be real
We live in fear, of being close so no one will see through
False face's hide what the false heart's know
It was always to benefit you
Hide my face so you could never see the real me
I've wasted time and now time wastes me
I've wasted time and now time wastes me
The Moments in between laughter
are memories that we all live for
Ill try to get over, the fact
That I've wasted time and now time wastes me
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