thank you, boy..

yes, i cry a lot of small things,
it's sometimes you, we're just human beings..

i wonder if you could get any more caring
because when i was sick, & music was blaring,

you took me away, as i lay on the couch you sat on the floor
i told you you can leave, there is the door

i didn't want to ruin your time, you're supposed to be having fun
you refused, you wanted to be with me, as my head spun.

as i finally turned around, tears all on my eyes
i didn't want to admit they're because of you sometimes.

i was sick, and you held my hand
you told me i was beautiful, i stroked your hair, strand by strand.

i don't want to lose you, it's been tough for me this entire time,
but there always comes a time for things to change, in your mind and in mine.

when you kissed me goodnight, and i asked how
i smelled like throw-up and sick girl, but somehow..

i cry inside, long for your touch
you told me i was the only one you'd do that do, because you like me that much..



♥please don't change

nmf.