Maybe it's the distance that makes me sick,
Or the way you look at me when you're near;
Maybe it's my mind creating a reality that doesn't exist.
Or my thoughts reminding me the way we kissed.
Maybe it's the distance that makes me sick,
Or the way you look at me when you're near;
Maybe it's my mind creating a reality that doesn't exist.
Or my thoughts reminding me the way we kissed.
