I blame it all on my lack of interest about everyone around me,
that I only noticed you when the alarm's about to ring.
Was I blinded or was it really just hard to see
your eyes that smile and the way you sing?
Oh, yeah, it's hard to recognize a pair of crescents
staring at another's presence.
And it's hard to keep a voice inside my heart because that is all I'll ever hear.
Almost.
But not quite.
I almost tricked myself into liking you.
Almost but not quite, because you had someone else.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
I blame it all on my lack of interest about everyone around me,
that I only noticed you when the alarm's about to ring.
Was I blinded or was it really just hard to see
your eyes that smile and the way you sing?
Oh, yeah, it's hard to recognize a pair of crescents
staring at another's presence.
And it's hard to keep a voice inside my heart because that is all I'll ever hear.
Almost.
But not quite.
I almost tricked myself into liking you.
Almost but not quite, because you had someone else.
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