The moment i met you i thought,
this sweet guy has got sparkling eyes
I followed you everywhere
because i couldnt stand the thought if us being apart
Your too precious to lose
Much too fragile to be blue
Everytime i see you
them things called butterflies
They flap their wings until i ache and break inside
Everytime i feel you
that stuff you can call it blush
It apperars in my cheeks eveytime i feel your touch
The moment i met i saw
right through your heart
And into your beautiful soul
it was broken and slashed
From all the pain you grasped and shoved it in yourself intact
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