when you know you're not supposed to care...
Those booty calls restricted to just that and no strings attached. but what if you don't want strings....you want a rope...? You know you are not supposed to care and you are not supposed to get attached, but somewhere along the line it happens. Actually it happened the first time you saw him, but you fought it off for so long. You knew that it wasn't going to be something if anything at all.
But maybe, just maybe, he'd see that you were something special. you know that you are worth it but is IT worth your time?
you think there is something there but is that just a big false memory?
So for that specia someone
I wrote a little song
And am in the process of finishing it.
And you've taken all of me,
every little piece,and dropped it in a bottle of
something I call love
Though you may not know
I still find ways to show you how I feel is real
without a big reveal
This secret's my own
never to be exposed
Friendship's what I chose from the start
I can't ignore my rushing heart
....
....I hope I'm not too far, not too deep to reach you...
Chorus:
Right at my fingertips,
I wanna squeeze my grip
Never let go of this
Kiss Me
Take me away from this
I wanna take a trip
I know they'll never even
Miss Me
He doesn't know who he is. And he probably doesn't even think about me liking him. But I do. And I think it would be best to just let it go before I even have it, but it's so hard.