I would sneak into your thoughts,
find out what has you busy,
Jump into your heart,
dance to the rhythm of its beat.
Creep into your nerves,
make you stretch me off.
How fun would it be,
knowing,
even with a tear in your eye,
my smile will lift you high.
Broken heart mend with happiness,
Sored in love.
Perfection is something you have.
If you were my air,
I sure would take you in puffs
and never get enough
I want you to never have to cry,
Or say you okay when deep it's just a lie.
Too much said, too much done
From today on,
we all should have fun.
Let the bad memories burn
as we live on to a better ones.
I write to you,
not to them
All they wish,
is for my romance anthem,
but you know,
they ain't my problem
and they sure know I ain't meant for them.
