Short Stories She Would Sing

if February don't end soon heart shaped people make me sick if February doesn't end soon i've got nothing your smile can fix twenty eight days twenty eight days without your son and i would've cursed you once more i would've left you for more you never forced me through your door but i would've left for more from you to me this was my gift to you tell me nice things yes i want to hear you sing if you're at all here for me tell me what i say just isn't true tell February goodbye heart shaped people leave me ill tell February goodbye don't forget the love you kill fourteen nights into this day fourteen days without you at night i don't want to see twenty eight without you by my side i couldn't leave you for more outside your door i couldn't leave you for more have u ever really been loved before have you ever admired the life you lose what time will you be in tonight i won't wait up for you things just may change "short storys she would sing"