“Cuz the night you confessed to me,
The butterflies in my stomach enjoyed the glee,
And tonight, under the supervision of dim lit stars and a maple tree,
I keep asking myself, “Why did you leave me?”
“Cuz the night you confessed to me,
The butterflies in my stomach enjoyed the glee,
And tonight, under the supervision of dim lit stars and a maple tree,
I keep asking myself, “Why did you leave me?”
