We're playing a game,
and it's killing me.
A day ago and I didn't even know you,
now I can't even get you of my mind.
This game is crazy,
it's driving me crazy
Still,
isn't this the excitement?
the thing keeping everything interesting.
But I can't stop thinking of those dark curls in your face,
the dark hair on your chin,
the blue eyes...
That smile,
oh I miss that smile.
Why do I have to wait,
not knowing if we'll meet again?
This game is crazy,
why would anyone sane do this to themselves?
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