I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia
Playboy
That’s what I should call you
Manipulator
Heart breaker
Emotionless little boy
Convinced me
All the world was in your eyes
Told my heart to you
Tore my insides out
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