Prop 808

The Creative Process
I can't let you go, you know I can't forget about you. Standing here it's cold, God, I fucking miss your smell But I never said the end would be so close to me I never said good-bye would last for all the memories I can't say I'm over this, and everything I gave you I want back I can't say I'm over this, and I want all my hugs and kisses back. I can't let you go, I don't know how to forget about you Money's gone I'm broke, and I miss my favorite jacket. From Letras Mania