I love your personality,
The way you look when you smile.
Your brown eyes are as kind as can be.
We stay up talking for a long while.
Why can't you be mine?
Why must you she do this to me?
They ask whats wrong, I say im fine.
The truth is i want you but that you could never see.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
I love your personality,
The way you look when you smile.
Your brown eyes are as kind as can be.
We stay up talking for a long while.
Why can't you be mine?
Why must you she do this to me?
They ask whats wrong, I say im fine.
The truth is i want you but that you could never see.
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