The way I see it,
Nobody knows what love is,
Except me.
The way I see it,
Love has blue-Green eyes,
Love is silent and powerful
Love smokes outside my window tempting me,
Love walks through the snow
And the rain
And the heat
And love can't stay mad at you.
The way I see it,
Is not how it is
I see a tunnel with you in the end;
Jumping in the pool,
Carrying me on your back,
Holding my waist,
Pulling me close,
Kissing my lips.
This is all good, but this is not love.
The way I see it,
Love is angry,
Love is not fair,
Love hits you,
Love wraps it's hands around your throat,
Love makes your brain ache and your heart pound,
It makes the butterflies turn into rapid moths.
Nobody has been in love,
Except me.
Becayse I was the only one who looked back into those deep Blue-Green eyes and kissed your lips with your hands around my throat.
