His deep voice is hitting my chest
Growing my smile
I've falling too hard

This one question has freezed me
"What's your favorite number"
"Eight", I said

And on the next day
I found 8 roses
In my locker

I mean
How can you not falling so hard
With this kind of guy

Putting back my bike
Taking off my sneakers
Turning down my stereo

I'm drowning in my thoughts
Maybe someone is crying
With the skies right now
Together

I'm mad to wonder this
To know those people
To know who they are
To know their reason

Because
It's such a sad thing
How pretty peoples
Hates theirselves so much