No Exeptions To the Rules
No exceptions to the rules,
You think in you're head
its going to be enough to say,
how tremendously you're in love
with me,
You think in you're head,
if you tell me,
"you're eyes are so exotic,
that I can't stop looking at them",
and
that is suppose to make me feel good.
And that is OK
not to talk about little things.
You think
if you talk about you're love
it will be OK
and
we will laugh ha ha ha,
that love will make me forget reality,
that
so many miles we are apart,
and the fact that I know nothing about you,
then the very first day I meet you.
The fact that other people,
who are nothing to you,
knows more then I will ever do.
You think in you're head
there is exceptions to you,
and you're words will make me blind
to accept you as you are,
well,
let me tell you something:
There is no exceptions to the rules
to you or me
or anyone else in that matter.
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