talk to me nice and sweet but say what you mean boy i'm no detective it is not my job to read between the lines your attraction no matter how ashamed you have been taught to be is no crime you treat me like an option instead of a requirement cause at the end of the day we both know i am what you need but i cannot force you to breathe if you keep suffocating yourself
I wish, you're looking at the Moon too. Just like the old days; When our words aren't free; Feelings are sheltered; And in between questions; But, we let it be; Knowing that the Moon knows the truth; Let it tell our love story, if it is.