You said I was pretty -- in a not so average kind of way.
You said I shined-- but not as bright as the sun.
You said a lot of things I can't quite get out of my head.
You meant a lot of things... I can't quite pin which one meant the most.
But you are like coffee- bitter and somewhat sweet when I add a little sugar.
You are you... And I'm still learning to accept this.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
You said I was pretty -- in a not so average kind of way.
You said I shined-- but not as bright as the sun.
You said a lot of things I can't quite get out of my head.
You meant a lot of things... I can't quite pin which one meant the most.
But you are like coffee- bitter and somewhat sweet when I add a little sugar.
You are you... And I'm still learning to accept this.
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