All About Me Is You
Wish you were there in that old scented chair,
22 days of misery is a bit snazzy on my hair.
We haven’t seen each other since we’ve met at the park,
I’m seeing nothing but surrounded in a whole tight of dark.
Flashes of good things kept on coming in my mind,
Seeing you in a black shirt was the brightest of mankind.
Faking myself that I don’t want to see you laugh,
Worthless tactics are so odd and tough.
You’re the one that I always want to be with,
God sees the truth that my true love is width.
It’s undesirably harsh not to see your ever wanting smiles,
It’s touch-and-go to feel walking in that bold lengthy miles.
I must admit that I was a trashy player of this game of love,
Faking everything was wrongfully deed and hated by above.
Moments of chances that I get to know much more about you,
The best thing about me is my one and only you.
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