>>Nathanial Martin Ross<<
better stop crying hello and goodbye-ing
go on through me slip right through my hands
you get your time and the other half's mine
it's okay this love weighs fifty men
it's okay this love weighs fifty men
it's okay this love weighs fifty men
Nate noticed her hair changing color and reveled in it. It was quite pretty with either shade. Nate never liked his own hair, for it had a strange violet look to it. Of course, the freakishness of his hair went perfectly with his pink eyes. People just thought he was a freak. He kind of wished his hair would change colors like hers, so it wasn't always the same stupid color.
He smiled at her, when she tipped his head up. "It's not that they're rude. I know that there are a lot of nice people. I just...get scared that...you know, they won't like me for some reason. Like I'll do something wrong or dumb or something," he said, almost whispering now. It was embarrassing to talk about it. But she seemed like a very nice person, who would understand what he was talking about.
oh why (why) can't (can't) you take me in your arms now?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me in your arms now?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me in your arms now?
why can't you take me?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me in your arms now?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me?
why (why) can't (can't) you take me in your arms now?
why can't you take me?