at my most beautiful i count your eyelashes, secretly. with every one, whisper i love you. i let you sleep. i know you're closed eye watching me, listening. i though i saw a smile.
when you were here before couldn't look you in the eye you're just like an angel your skin makes me cry you float like a feather in a beautiful world i wish i was special you're so fucking special
yours is the first face that i saw i think i was blind before i met you now i don't know where i am i don't know where i've been but i know where i want to go
so if you want to be with me with these things there's no telling we just have to wait and see but i'd rather be working for a paycheck then waiting to win the lottery besides maybe this time is different i mean i really think you like me
but you, but you, you write such pretty words. Bbut life's no story book, love is an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt, "fo you like to hurt?" "i do! i do!" "then hurt me."