~*~*~*~*HANNAH MONTANISMS*~*~*~*~ that boy flip flops more then a catfish in a moonbouncer SwEeT nIbLeTs!!*!*!*!*!*! it was like finding a mullet at a truckers convention like walkin barefoot through a field of cows during their morning sitdown you can buy a thirst man a cow and he'll have all the milk he wants, but he still wont have enough to finish his cookies ;)
Our thing Iíve heard of this thing, Seen it too, But only in movies in fairy tales. I donít know if it can really exist In such a place as this A place of all this suffering. But without this such suffering Would our thing, our object, our feeling if you may Exist? Would it be as great or wanted and needed as it truly is? Weíve seen the movies read the fairy tales, But seen the tragic endings too. I turn away Before I see the verdict. I have to keep this hope That our thing Is out there somewhere. The reason for our suffering is alive somewhere Making it all worthwhile. Our thing has a name, It has been played out. Our thing whose name has almost been diminished to nothing, This thing, this object Is love. Take it or leave it Itís the only hope we have And itís out there Somewhere. Itís up too us To catch it And make it real again. Love.
The day i met you my life changed, The way you make me feel is hard to explain. You make me smile in a speical kind of way, You make mefall deeper for you everyday And when i talk to you, i know its true. There is no one else in this world for me but you!