When our fever burns itself out,
And all the glittering stars have fallen...
Blame it on the night
Because you have nothing else to do...
Whenever the pounding surf
Keeps us awake...
On a white blank paper
I'm writing the chronicle of a tormented soul...
True love, true love,
But is it picture perfect...
What is the word?
It explains our heart's feelings...
What is it about a person that
makes your heart...
You are my every tomorrow....
And all of my todays, you are the one i LOVE...
Love can be real
love can be fake...
Love is a feeling mixed with emotion,
You cant just find love by drinking a magic...
Thank you for reminding me of every corny love...
The ones made for saps...
Theres a kind of girl I know,
a kind that makes me smile...