The harold song

I miss your soft lips
I miss your white sheets
I miss the scratch of your
Unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard
'Cuz I didn't see
That you were the love of my life
And it kills me

I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name
When I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight
I play it all fine
But I can't handle it
When I turn off my night light


We promised that
This would last forever
But now I don't see
It was my past life
A beautiful time
Drunk off of nothing
But each other 'til the sunrise
They say that true love hurts
Well this could almost kill me
Young love
Murder
That is what this must be


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