Sunday, December 9, 2007

No gorgeous, you're not pretty.

You're nothing.
You can't write me your soul.
You can't play me your heart.
You can't think of anyone but yourself,
but I understand.
You can't write my your soul,
so you steal mine.
You can't play me your heart,
so you break mine.
You can't think of anyone but yourself,
well that's okay.
I can't stop thinking about you either.