You are too much for me,
more a person then i could ever look after right...
(A girl who doesn't know her true self)
Who am I...
Droplets falling and kisses our bodies
the pavement getting wet all around...
Comes around every year,
Blistering heat...
What is a friend?
I've asked myself this...
As I sit here wondering what to do
I slowly lose my mind...
I'm not a special person
And I'll probably won't be known...
I snuggle up to him in those long awaiting arms.
I rest my head on his chest...
You're beautiful
yeah i said it "YOUR BEAUTIFUL"...
Feeling ignored and neglected
Seeing you talking to then ignoring me...
We both had little pieces of matching thread
on our wrists...
I'll meet you under the cherry tree
There I will show you the real me...