Monday, November 15, 2010


i wrote you this song, but it won't be enough
to tell you in you all the things that i love
from the smell of your hair, to the whip of your tongue,
you can't carry a tune but you still sing-along

wherever i go i'm not alone
you have my heart, therefore you are my home
and it's no surprise, from that look in your eyes
i'm going to be wrong the rest of the days of my life
i don't mind


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