Lord I come to you as a beautiful broken heart
But i don't know were to start...
I can't seem to shake it off
this strange feeling that i feel...
Nestling my head into your chest
ending my day with comforting rest...
Beauty is something unique,
Especially when its at its highest peak...
He's just another guy,
And she's a stupid girl...
I know this probably isn't good at all... and it...
Infatuation is often misconstrued as love...
I'm always asked this question
what the hell is love...
Looking at this picture, I see many familiar...
I see 3 specific guys and my heart begins to race...
There's a question that lingers silently inside,
And I try to find the answer that's running...
I stared outside my window last night
As I watched you drive away...
In times we do not say it
In times it doesn't show...
A mirror image I am,
like anyone else...