I've thought a lot since we've been date.
What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him?
I think that was a lovely great
Or maybe it was just a dream?
What's bad to be a kind obsessed?
What's bad to want he makes a call?
We scare so to be a messed
And think all time: "Is it my fault?"
"It's me, not you. You're nice and sweet.
It's just wrong time in the wrong place"
And do you know my heart still bleeds?
And can you read it on my face?
I guess, you don't. Too good enough.
You will be fine no matter what.
Just come and took away your stuff.
We've got what we have mostly got.
02.03.2014
