Comfort is something regularly
Found
But eyes like yours
And someone like you
Just isn't
So when you combine those three things
Perfection is created
You always said if you could choose
Itd be me without question
Fate played a cruel card
Some things are just never meant to be
I just wish it wasn't you and me
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Comfort is something regularly
Found
But eyes like yours
And someone like you
Just isn't
So when you combine those three things
Perfection is created
You always said if you could choose
Itd be me without question
Fate played a cruel card
Some things are just never meant to be
I just wish it wasn't you and me
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