Vanishing memories,
all the times that we shared...
I can't decide
what's wrong with me...
Why do we cry
when we know it will be OK...
This butterfly was pretty to see,
but hard to catch...
Birds are flippin' sweet
I like to hear them sing songs...
I was always taught that if someone doesn't like me for who I am, then they don't like me and that I should not change myself to suit anyone else's fancy, because if you change, then they don't know the real you... |
I need you in my arms, need you to hold, |
Maybe I miss your lovin’, |