Ok, so I met a boy. Now my heart's pretty torn. He's got his life and flow, While failed ignorance is shown. He's not invisible type. Doesn't even own a mic. Calling me babe, I can't really relate. What's the feeling inside, Where you're all quiet. You just don't want to speak, When you and him meet. It'll be magical, you hope. You plead your voice to cope. So many things you want to say, When you're away from him that day. They'll have to wait. Load my heart onto your mind in a crate.
Sit Back And Paint · Thu Dec 21, 2006 @ 05:24am · 0 Comments |