With him, everything is just extremes
Because he makes me extremely happy and he makes me extremely sad
There's no in between
He has the power to make me feel
Like the sun is shuning for me
And the sunrise is something he drew
But this means he can crush everything I am
Until I'm shards of glass
Scattered on the floor
He's the type of boy
That can make June feel like the middle of November
But he makes my heart feel like I'm falling off the tallest tower
I'm falling into all that he is
I suppose they end the same
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
With him, everything is just extremes
Because he makes me extremely happy and he makes me extremely sad
There's no in between
He has the power to make me feel
Like the sun is shuning for me
And the sunrise is something he drew
But this means he can crush everything I am
Until I'm shards of glass
Scattered on the floor
He's the type of boy
That can make June feel like the middle of November
But he makes my heart feel like I'm falling off the tallest tower
I'm falling into all that he is
I suppose they end the same
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