She looks kinda small, and she lives on my wall and I stare at her all day. Her picture's in my mind, and she occupies my time in all kinds of ways.
I know that it seems so hard But know that worst is over She won't be coming around She won't be telling me to come over But what if she looks at me
First time I saw you, I failed to see The lies & deceptions you promised to me. I thought it nothing, but soon I learnt. The more you trust someone,
I thought of you and I know that it was wrong, but I don't care so I'll hold my head up and I'll move on. You're always there when I need you and now
I heard a voice telling me that something's wrong. I think I've heard that voice before. Why does my mind always assume the worst, and my heart feel
