He says he's no good with words but I'm worse, barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic or stuck to my tongue weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse" Vs. "no one should ever feel like.." I'm two quarters and a heart down and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. These words are all I have so I'll write them, so you need them just to get by.
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to half time.
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Sometimes I wish I knew what the hell you're talking about... or who.
es parte de mi encanto :p
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