They say I could loose myself,
trying to save you.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe they're selfish.
And your lips are cherry.
And your touch is heavy.
And your eyes are blurry.
And your presence bitter, sweety.
I wish I could catch you,
no matter what.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe I'm selfish
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
They say I could loose myself,
trying to save you.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe they're selfish.
And your lips are cherry.
And your touch is heavy.
And your eyes are blurry.
And your presence bitter, sweety.
I wish I could catch you,
no matter what.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe I'm selfish
