rihanna

I know we haven't spoken for a while
But I was thinking 'bout cha
And it kinda made me smile.
So many things to say
Had da put 'em in a letter
Thought it might be easier
The words might come out better
How's ya mother?
How's ya little brother?
Does he still look just like you?
So many things, I wanna know the answers to

Wish I could press rewind
and rewrite every line
To the story of me and you

Don’t you know I've tried and I've tried
To get you off my mind
But it don’t get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothing to lose
Hope to hear from you soon
P.S. I'm still not over you


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