Dear Marie, tell me what it was I used to be And if you’re further up the road can you show me what I still can’t see. Remember me, I’m the boy you used to love when we were fifteen Now I wonder what you think when you see me in a magazine. From time to time, I go looking for your photograph online Some county judge in Ohio is all I ever find. Dear Marie, tell me do you still believe in me Yeah I’ve got my dream but you’ve got a family Yeah I’ve got that dream but I guess it got away from me J.M
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 17:52:54 +0000
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