"Though I've never been
Through hell like that
I've closed enough windows
To know you can never look back
So if you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone
Carry on
May you're past be the sound
Of you're feet upon the ground
Carry on...'
"You know you have a really pretty voice Rosie." I blushed a little. And by a little I mean my face turned bright pink.
"You sound beautiful yourself. Well pretty, or handsome. I don't know. You sing really great!" I didn't know how to describe what I ment. My face was flushed with a bright red. I could even feel the colour in my face.
"I know what you mean princess." He winked and walked back out.
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It's Hard To Explain. ∞
Teen FictionSo I'm your typical teen. Well... Not really. I'm Rosie, but the fakes I call my friends, call me Rose.