I you thousands of chords, but the more I confess the less impressed with me. Id leave you begging for more, if you were listening. And Im freaking out, gotta get, get over now. Ive spent all my time, these heartfelt lines, but they be heard.
Im sick of writing songs that you dont listen to. one goes out to me. Its not you. Im sick of songs that you dont even listen to. This one out to me. Its not you.
So make sure this songs not on your mind youre kissing me. Are you missing me, when Im away for Is this the song plays? Oh no, of not.
Until now Ive been finding excuses to not tell you how I feel, but is the last straw. gone too far this time. I know I am, the best thing youll ever have. If you dont start listening, then youll have to looking.
So make sure this songs not on your mind youre kissing me. Are you missing me, when Im for days? Is this the song plays? Oh no, of not. Is this the thats on your mind when youre kissing me? Are you missing me, when Im away for Is the song that plays? Oh no, of not.
So you can your excuses, Ive already heard it. Your looks perfect, wouldnt want you to ruin it, by your breath as youre proving to me, I mean half as much to you as you to me. So you can save excuses Ive already heard it. So, save excuses Ive already heard it.
So make sure this not on your mind when youre kissing me. Are you missing me, when Im for days? Is this the that plays? Oh no, of not. Is this the song thats on mind when youre kissing me? Are you me, when Im away for days? Is the song that plays?