By: Knina
There was this girl that I knew
And she was far different from me
One day she came and said ‘How are you?’
I stumbled upon eyes that I know would flee
David was the boy whom I met in high-school
We were set in a same class and that never surprised me
Up until his warm smiles were never all cool
Down went I turned ‘em like it’s never meant to be
Here come the stories of lives
Out of reels of tapes and down onto a drape
Little angel knows, strange that it never got into your limbs
Perhaps my imagination would fit best just on a map
That’s when it hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Mrs. Rebecca said ‘You could always live and hope’
But I think I’ve missed the lesson not to put in love
The summer will never get cold
Cope with this sudser, dope this bloody soup
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