She's in to long walks
yet she hates wearing shoes
she digs my poetry
but thinks my kind of music
is just like a catastrophe
then we would argue
where it ends, who knows
she's a like a rival of sort..
can't forget the time
she got mad at me
when I thought its just an injury
and she said don't go,
or you'll be injured once more..
If I would call it quits,
I'll be into deep..
If I stay, she'd go,
I've had enough of it..
With a short temper
she gets mad easily,
but she's not indifferent
and knows when to say sorry
and when she looks at me
I know that things will be fine..
If it starts to end,
we'd rather be good friends..
She's fond of sudden dates
whether it's in a fast food or in a grocery
wonder why until now she's thin,
eventough she eats a lot often..
If she calls in sick
need to be with her quick..
and if she'll say she'll die
I might really cry..
and if I'll be a king
I'll vote for her as queen
But if it starts to end,
we'd rather be good friends
for I might fall to deep..
for I might fall to deep..