29 de marzo de 2014

Lord knows it would be the first time

If I need you more than you need me.
If I tell you these more often.
Will you love me tomorrow?, and the other days.

Are you going to notice when I feel bad again?
When nobody else does?

Are you going to look at me with those eyes?.
Sometimes they tell me more things than your mouth.


I never win.
But I got you.

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