I catch my self thinking about you from time to time. Wondering if you are ok, where you are.
You used to be all insane and pretty. Are you still like that? Where are you? Are you happy there?
Do you go to the stairs, do you think of me? Are you mad at me?
Show me a sign, tell me you are OK.
Te ou? Kodėl mane pametei?
Come back to me I beg, untill we loose our life under our feet.
I miss you. oMG
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