If making you understand is the only way out, I'd rather just blast off my head with a rubber balloon bazooka, Iwonderifit'severexisted It will be a never ending story.
I use a tracing paper on your face, I trace it with my heart, I portray it with my eyes, I looked upon every angle, With glittering patience, Those intense inclination,
Just to make sure, My tiny brain wouldn't ever, Ever forget you.
I get to hold onto this Lit up the summer till the glory in winter I woke up on the same bed teeth was dry music was my guy When heart and klef treble floats moods and rhythm unite in throat vent Emotions vague to obvious words and biases heart potion music Embrace me quell the flare harmony in the air bliss in my day