I could see that the sun still set on me in your eyes. I would lie if I wasn't surprised by the disguise you try to provide. Just tell me if you still care.
I offer you the residual platform of my stability, in which wasn't enough in the beginning because I didn't know who I was, I didn't know that you needed me just as much as I need you.
My insecurity lead me to think that you was just another brother, from another mother that didn't want to love the broken black queen I d...idn't know that I was but you did. So baby tell me if you still care about me. You will forever be the number one head of my household even though, yes I know that we aren't one YET!
But for the moment and then on don't ever forget that it was I that held your heart, as it bleed out sorrow. It was I that promised that no matter how many tears will fall that there will always be tomorrow. Now tell me if you still care about me
Kharisma
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Do You Still Care
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