When I think of you I want to cry, they say don't let good things past you by, I'm not sure what you'r trying to do, but these days apart are killing me to, Things don't seem the same the way they was before, sometimes I wounder if you care for me anymore, My herat is hurting my mind is confused, Boy why do you wish to give me the blues, is it time for me to let you go? i'm not sure I wanna say no, but when it hit me I'll do what I have to do, no matter what happen I'll still love you. By: Quineca Lockwood
HEY BABY YOU ARE VERY HOT THANKS FOR BEING MY FRIEND. MATTHEW