8 October 2012
I like your eyes, you like my smile, Can we just sit here for a while? You tend to lie, I tend to cry, Let's pretend we never have to say goodbye, And I'll pretend I'm good enough for tonight.
You're withdrawn, impossible to read, I'm awkward, forgetful and so naive. Low self-esteem, you hide yours well, But I'm a mess, honey, can you tell? And one day mine will get the better of me.
A Love Song Of Sorts • Opuss № I