You were him
and he was you
I became a fangirl
and a creep
in the same dream.
and he was you
I became a fangirl
and a creep
in the same dream.
You said you would be my dream I could have you every night and if, by morning, I'd forgotten you, well, no big deal, it would be all right you're the reoccurring kind. You're the reoccurring kind. You never will leave my mind. Are you the love of my lifetime? Because there have been times I've had my doubts.
D =
