She's a floor above me
with other people
laughing and talking about things I know
why can't she know that I know
Nothing has ever hurt more
I can hear the sounds she makes
as she moves around
I want to be the reason for those movements
I love her
But there are a lot of stairs
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
She's a floor above me
with other people
laughing and talking about things I know
why can't she know that I know
Nothing has ever hurt more
I can hear the sounds she makes
as she moves around
I want to be the reason for those movements
I love her
But there are a lot of stairs
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