What do you want from me?
Can't be the money
Can't be the riches
Why do you love me?
Can't be the wits
Can't be the laughter
Why are you looking at me like that?
Can't be the looks
Can't be the smile
Each time you're telling me
That you love me
That you need me
That I am everything
You ever wanted
All I want to do is
Hit your beautiful face
As hard as I can
I don't want anyone
To look at me like that
It makes it harder for me
To simply walk away
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
What do you want from me?
Can't be the money
Can't be the riches
Why do you love me?
Can't be the wits
Can't be the laughter
Why are you looking at me like that?
Can't be the looks
Can't be the smile
Each time you're telling me
That you love me
That you need me
That I am everything
You ever wanted
All I want to do is
Hit your beautiful face
As hard as I can
I don't want anyone
To look at me like that
It makes it harder for me
To simply walk away
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