𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

I remember a year ago I was spending my nights crying
'bout the loss of you
missing your touch

but now I spend my nights dreaming
not about you or your touch or even the loss because I never lost you
you lost me