Treasure Island

Crystal Castro

(06-09-1983 / Tacoma Washington)

İf We Were Really Meant To Be


he ignores in school
when I think everything is fine
But when everything goes wrong
I know again he will never be mine

he told me he still likes me
but leave my heart to die
he end up leaving me with a broken heart
and makes me wonder why

he told me he loves me
but was it really true
I wanted to stay with him forever
but when he turns me down it always makes me blue

I want him back
I hope he wants me
can someone please tell me
if we were really meant to be

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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February 4,1998

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