What would I say if I could talk to you all the time?
Would I tell you everything that's on my mind?
Would I tell you I miss you so, so much?
Would I tell you my skin screams out for your touch?
Would I tell you I read your old notes every day?
I think not, I wouldn't want to ruin our game.
Does he or doesn't she
It's always the same.
You need nerves of steel to play to win
You can't give up
You can't give in
It's almost stopped being fun at all
Waiting and watching for someone to fall
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
What would I say if I could talk to you all the time?
Would I tell you everything that's on my mind?
Would I tell you I miss you so, so much?
Would I tell you my skin screams out for your touch?
Would I tell you I read your old notes every day?
I think not, I wouldn't want to ruin our game.
Does he or doesn't she
It's always the same.
You need nerves of steel to play to win
You can't give up
You can't give in
It's almost stopped being fun at all
Waiting and watching for someone to fall
Not sure what to say about this, it's about staying hidden, in the light of day.
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