The runner who hides - Ghetto Booty

You’re my bestfriend, and I miss you
I never want to lose touch because you mean so much
I miss seeing your face, talking over the phone is just not the same

No matter how upset I was
I always wanted you or twig

Nice, kind, so sweet
I don’t take compliments very well
But every time you gave me one I blushed

I want you to be happy and when we get together I’m going to give you a giant bear hug
I’ll love you
Even when we go our separate ways.

The runner who hides

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