I wish I could believe
I'm falling for the man from Pakistan.
The only one I'm falling for is you.
I wish that it was true
I love the girl that likes the things I write.
The only one I write about is you.
And all my words are falling out
My fingertips,
My cracking lips
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
I wish I could believe
I'm falling for the man from Pakistan.
The only one I'm falling for is you.
I wish that it was true
I love the girl that likes the things I write.
The only one I write about is you.
And all my words are falling out
My fingertips,
My cracking lips
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