Because although you never touched me with the same delicacy.
You still touched me, a sign that I still exist.
I've been thinking, a dangerous past time, you are quite convenient, I almost can't tell the difference,
if I close my eyes it's similar to kissing him, just not as tender. Our lips crash together whereas, his lips, they walk from my shoulder up to my neck, across my cheek until by chance they find themselves right in front of my own.
I can't ******* though, it's the one thing you can't get right. Not that I can ask you to be like him, it's a bit rude innit?
And I especially can't ask you to talk like him, you can't do the accent anyways. That, and you're not as sweet with your words.
My point is,
You are not the answer.
I want someone to love and be loved like that but I'm me and guys like that don't exist or
I'm afraid they wouldn't love me.
