D.N.R.
I used to think about us all the time,
About where we were going together and how far,
But I've finally buried those memories in the attic of my mind,
And crammed them in a box marked D.N.R.
A.T.G.
D.N.R.
I used to think about us all the time,
About where we were going together and how far,
But I've finally buried those memories in the attic of my mind,
And crammed them in a box marked D.N.R.
A.T.G.