lunes, 1 de marzo de 2010



Don't ever fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong and I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile, but I know all his favorite songs and I could tell you his favorite color's blue, he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth, his sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes and if you ask me if I love him.. I'd lie.
He looks around the room, innocently overlooks the truth, shouldn't I like your walk, doesn't he know that I've had it memorized for so long. He sees everything in black and white, never let nobody see him cry and I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine. He stands there, then walks away, My God, if I could only say 'I'm holding every breath for you'. He'd never tell you, but he can't play guitar I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is 'My God, he's beautiful' so I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle.

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