Feb 05, 2005 20:43
She Asked
She once asked me,
if I thought she was pretty.
What could i say, but NO.
She once asked me,
if I wanna be with her for ever.
What could i say, but NO.
She once asked me,
if I'd cry if she left my life.
What could i say, but NO.
She'd heard enough.
Tears streaming down her face,
she began to walk away,
When i said Wait! And said...
You're not pretty,
you're beautiful.
I dont wanna be with you,
I need to be with you.
And I wouldnt cry if you left me,
I'd only die.