Red/Black semi-long hair, 5' 8, WhitaPino. Nothing much here, people told me I can write, so what the hell, give it a shot. |
I see you across the room, arms folding across...
Will you ever be mine...
Your running around outside, making airplane...
You see your dad walk out of the house...
[VERSE 1]
Just for a day, do you think you could come back...
Your running around outside, making airplane...
You see your dad walk out of the house...
I see you across the room, arms folding across...
Will you ever be mine...
Love is like like a car wash, they do good, and ur there again next month |
Love is like Deja Vu : the feeling you'll be here again later. |
Love is like the Finger Torture Toy, you can\'t break free untill you push and push. |