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Little does she know when a song defeats,

my defenses and i can't help but move my feet,

i remember her moves, how can i i watch that?

did we really have a summer fling? how'd i hatch that?

she has no idea that in my free time, it's not blunts,

that i spend thinking of, i'm beeing too upfront,

cause i know this write will be read, yet not by you,

i'm sure the past for you has nothing new,

not one idea or thought crosses yours, with me,

millions of our memories replay daily,

i'm sure she doesn't know she keeps me up most nights,

along with the sress, pain and fights,

little does she know i'm sad yet content,

with writing that card, then making sure it wasn't sent,

did all i could, bout that time to hit the ole dusty road,

to walk towards my horizon while she hops by like a toad.