Probably shouldn't admit it but no matter what I will always love you.
And I'm writing this because I want to be with the guy that I know.

Things I Hate About You:
1.  You make me laugh and make me cry. I'm not sure which side to buy.
2. You love me but not just me
3. You're addicting
4. You're charming
5. You make me love you

Since I mentioned the 5 things I hate, I should probably include the 5 that I absolutely love about You


Things I love:
1. The way you hold me
2. You make me laugh and cry, I guess I'll have to buy both
3. The way that you speak with a southern accent only because you know I like it
4. The way that no matter how little money you have you're always willing to spoil me
5. You make me love you

I didn't write this for any specific reason other than you needed to hear it... Like I said I will always love you.

She flickers in and out of me
like the movements
in a midnight sea.

Who are you and why do you have this effect on me?
You walked in the room and I can hardly breath
Do you make me nervous on purpose, or is it just me?
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm falling so quickly

I don't wanna rush it and call it too soon
But if you were the sun, then I'd be the moon
Your eyes illuminate the streets with the only light I can see
I'm just a deer in your headlights when you look at me

Take me anywhere you want to go
I'd follow you into the dark in places I don't know
Wherever you are is where I want to be
You're everything I want, and all that I can see

If you have a hint of doubt about the things that I have said
Just believe me when I say, you do laps inside my head
If you leave it up to me,
I'd tell you to stick around
You be the tree,
I'll be the roots in the ground
I'll help you grow and try to give you everything you need
Darling, it'd make me happy if you grew old with me

When I was sad
I asked you to hold my water
and as I emptied the glass into your hands
you began to cry
seeing me with the empty glass
the tears falling
into your open hands
you created a lake between the seams of your fingers
nourishing it with your own
and when I finally held my glass out again
when I had the strength to carry it
I asked why you were crying
you told me
"I merely hoped my tears were enough to make you see the glass a little more towards half full"

and that's when I knew I didn't deserve you