You,with those vintage glasses on.
Right across the road with your cousins selling skater clothes with smiles and laughter.
I catch your eyes while I was reading but I tried to avoid my mind from imagining.
Your brother came up to me and he introduced me to you.
We shared emotions and talked about dreams.
Days go by,we kept on talking but then,it feels like you're abandoning me.
It's as though I am such a burden to you.
We fought because I get tired.
But I guess it's my fault too.
For declaring "we're just friends,right?"
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
You,with those vintage glasses on.
Right across the road with your cousins selling skater clothes with smiles and laughter.
I catch your eyes while I was reading but I tried to avoid my mind from imagining.
Your brother came up to me and he introduced me to you.
We shared emotions and talked about dreams.
Days go by,we kept on talking but then,it feels like you're abandoning me.
It's as though I am such a burden to you.
We fought because I get tired.
But I guess it's my fault too.
For declaring "we're just friends,right?"
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