You crave for the feeling he used to give you. The way his arms were destined to
be around your waist. How his kisses were drops from heaven falling onto your face. But then he left; and then you noticed the person really kissing you was the devil.
You crave for the feeling he used to give you. The way his arms were destined to
be around your waist. How his kisses were drops from heaven falling onto your face. But then he left; and then you noticed the person really kissing you was the devil.