Hey, |
I might be young
But I have a voice...
Never before
Has a love like this...
The glint of the light on the blade
Sends shivers down my spine...
What is it
About you...
Why does every thing
Fill my head...
You come back in
and take charge...
Love hate envy
heart ache and pain...
Slowly cleaning
the blade of my end...
Why does every thing
Fill my head...
What is it
About you...
What's better than true love? |
True love is when u shed a tear and u still want him. When he ignores you and you still love him, when he loves another girl and you smile and say "I'm happy for you" when all you really do is cry. |
Love is patient, love is kind, love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, its not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in truth. |