I saw you, |
I have you, |
& the way you look at me, |
Boy; Why do you love me? |
& it's something about the way you look at me, |
The way you look at me; |
I'd rather know someone who is mentally ill than know someone who thinks they are perfect. ;] |
&& then I realized |
&& there is nothing better than |
&& sometimes you have to |