I won’t be reaching out anymore
You’ve gone mighty quiet for a troubadour
I thought you were my friend
Among the best of them
That psycho rattled you
I know you had to move
So I won’t pretend to know what you’ve been going through
But what’s there to misconstrue?
I was the truest blue
No I won’t be reaching out anymore
I keep all your postcards in a drawer
I thought you were my friend
Among the best of them
That stalker ruined you
I know you just outgrew us all
Second half is just instrumental fyi. Be well~ Love yall ~
M
Tony Magliero
2024-09-27 20:28:17 +0000 UTCFinn Mogensen
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