When We Were Still In Love
I wish he was still around,
to be my white dove,
be the one I think is perfect,
to be my first true love.
Wish that I hadn't fallen so hard,
its like I'm always being shoved,
he was my only way out,
he was there to be my first true love.
But like most things that happen,
the way our love ended was like a glove,
it was ripped away, cought on a branch,
you were and are still my first true love.