i know i sound damn gay, striking when your wounds are still being made
but maybe i was being too much of a fool.
O's would be easier, with you by my side. Maybe i didnt see it
if i were tired, at least i would hav a shoulder to rest on
if i were down, at least i'll hav your face stuck next to mine.
if i were unhappy or angry, we could shed the pain together.
if i needed to talk, you could lend me your ears.
when i fail in my interest with history. you could save me
and i havent even gone to the other side.
well i dont know, i'll just see how you'll get back to me
i guess my placed all my laughter on you
and u left and they were stuck, on you
i couldnt hav them
now wont you
draw that smile back
on my face.
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