Falling for you, deep.
I breathe as i picture the perfection.
Its 2 in the morning, I'm just lying there.
Theres a grin on my face, A pillow held tightly.
An emotion building up, almost caressed with all my conciousness.
Imagining all the things done, could be done. Different contexts.
Got lots of time now. Thank you Insomnia.
You made me this, I'm better at expression.
From a low life to this life.
Is this life?
Staying home, sitting there, just one place.
Staring into space, As my heart grows heavier.
The emotions that keep bundling upon.
Overwhelmed with such pleasure,
The thought of being loved.
Perfect how it sounds, Just to hold you hand,
Lead you down those stairs..."I Do". Forever.
Thinking about the life i had, things gotta change.
The old me, now dead and gone.
Just another look on her face, where is my book of notes?
Could this be a note book too? With hearts and initials?
Could write this book on the things i've planned,
For you and me, from the trip all the way to Timbuckto,
To this bonding we form, over the time.
Letting you in, letting me in.
Hard to believe what it feels like,
Hard to express. Almost as if words are not enough.
Lend my vision, watch my dream.
Like it or leave it.
Be careful to what you choose.
Its something called fate.
Sorry forgot to ask, Do you believe in fate?
I breathe as i picture the perfection.
Its 2 in the morning, I'm just lying there.
Theres a grin on my face, A pillow held tightly.
An emotion building up, almost caressed with all my conciousness.
Imagining all the things done, could be done. Different contexts.
Got lots of time now. Thank you Insomnia.
You made me this, I'm better at expression.
From a low life to this life.
Is this life?
Staying home, sitting there, just one place.
Staring into space, As my heart grows heavier.
The emotions that keep bundling upon.
Overwhelmed with such pleasure,
The thought of being loved.
Perfect how it sounds, Just to hold you hand,
Lead you down those stairs..."I Do". Forever.
Thinking about the life i had, things gotta change.
The old me, now dead and gone.
Just another look on her face, where is my book of notes?
Could this be a note book too? With hearts and initials?
Could write this book on the things i've planned,
For you and me, from the trip all the way to Timbuckto,
To this bonding we form, over the time.
Letting you in, letting me in.
Hard to believe what it feels like,
Hard to express. Almost as if words are not enough.
Lend my vision, watch my dream.
Like it or leave it.
Be careful to what you choose.
Its something called fate.
Sorry forgot to ask, Do you believe in fate?
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