Have your lips graced another's yet, or am I the only one? Every time i try to speak to you, Those are the thoughts that {rhyme/run?}. Say something else, girl, i don't wanna have to leave. Our communication is hardly what it used to be.
When can i claim you to be my own, so selfishly? When can i claim you to be my own, my only?
Want nothing more than our features to collide. Can tell this is gonna be one of many disappointing nights. Traces of you are so minimal. A black and white ?? photo booth ?? with us.
When can i claim you to be my own, so selfishly? When can i claim you to be my own, my only?
I have only one week to make you mine And i may never see you again. It's not only for me, it's not only for me; There's a little bit here for you. But i'm willing to wait. i'm willing. Day time is no longer the hours spent ?? the hours to obsess and The night is far worse 'Cause i know you're alone with him, and. Thoughts of, of us, have been {deserted?} It will never be the same. I'll never be the same again. I will never be the same again.
I have one week to make you mine And i may never see you again. Time is few and far between; There is someone else who needs, Someone else who needs your attention. But i'm willing to wait. I am willing to wait. I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to wait.
Compositor: Jarrod Evan Gorbel ECAD: Obra #2319379