It's been four years
When people ask me what's it I like about you
I'm starting to forget
Well that is a good thing
But then I start to question
Was it your eyes?
The way they looked into my to assure me you were there
Was it your hair?
That fell so perfectly though you could never stand it
Was it the way you talked?
The proudness in your voice followed by the sadness in your eyes
I step back and look at you
**** I fell in love with everything
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
It's been four years
When people ask me what's it I like about you
I'm starting to forget
Well that is a good thing
But then I start to question
Was it your eyes?
The way they looked into my to assure me you were there
Was it your hair?
That fell so perfectly though you could never stand it
Was it the way you talked?
The proudness in your voice followed by the sadness in your eyes
I step back and look at you
**** I fell in love with everything
