I met someone new, I tell you.
His eyes are blue, he's nothing like you.
Except I can't help thinking of you.
It's hard to start things like this because of you.
You, stand there and stare at me. Our peircing blue eyes go through each other.
Because we both know it's you, that holds me back. You.
The one that doesn't care about me, it's quite stupid that everything I think of leads back to
you.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
I met someone new, I tell you.
His eyes are blue, he's nothing like you.
Except I can't help thinking of you.
It's hard to start things like this because of you.
You, stand there and stare at me. Our peircing blue eyes go through each other.
Because we both know it's you, that holds me back. You.
The one that doesn't care about me, it's quite stupid that everything I think of leads back to
you.
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