On hot summer nights as these,

I think of you.

I think of what we used to do.

I think of our past.

I think of why we didn't last.

I think of what we once had.

I think of how it turned out bad.

On hot summer nights as these,

I think of what went wrong.

I think of our one song.

I think of your eyes.

I think of all your lies.

I think of your kiss.

I think of what I shall miss.

On hot summer nights as these.

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August 8, 2011