I tend to miss you more and more as you space as apart
I know you might be afraid but boo the story only has you and me
so turn the page move to the next capter for our sweet roundervour
leading to our happily ever after
i find my self talkin bout you when i know i should
i know we are ment to be so i really got to ask
what has turned us against each other
so i can move on and quit being a fool in my own illusion that will never be
this might sound like a cleshay
cause everytime i see you i turn to look at the floor
not wanting to look into your eyes
im afraid t look into your eyes
only tsethat im not your secret weekness or your silent desire
for your all that to me
