I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head. Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread. Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue. Something tastes different, suddenly I'm not so young.
I'm just a stranger, even to myself. A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf. Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him. Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him.
I never thought I could love anyone but myself. now I know I can't love anyone but you. You make me think that maybe I won't die alone. Maybe I won't die alone.
Kiss the boys as they walk by, call me their baby. But little do they know, I'm just a maybe. Maybe my baby will be the one to leave me sore. Maybe my baby will settle the score.
I never thought I could love anyone but myself. now I know I can't love anyone buy you. but you make me think that maybe I won't die alone. Maybe I won't die alone.
What have I become? Something soft and really quite dumb. Because I've fallen, oh, 'cause I've fall- fallen, oh 'cause I've fall-fall-fallen So far away from the place where I started from.
I never thought I could love anyone. I never thought I could love anyone. I never thought I could love anyone. But you.... But you.... But you.... But you.... But you.... but you... make me think that maybe I won't die alone. Maybe I won't die alone.
it's funny how he wonders how i can like him when in truth, i can't understand how he can put up with me, much less love me at all. it's a miracle, actually.
An angstypants but a romantic at heart, this closet crybaby likes to think of herself as artsy-fartsy and is currently still attempting to figure out things called "the world", "love" and "maturity".
No response to "just maybe."
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