Johnson Imagine

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Johnsons POV

The way she smiles, the way she laughs, it's got me in a mess and what kills me is that she doesn't even know I exist.

The way her hair falls down her back, the way she wears baggy shirts it's just too cute and I just want to hold her and what kills me is that she won't even look my way.

No words can describe how I feel for this girl. If someone asked me how I felt when I even looked at her I'd say home.

Home is where you feel safe no matter what.

Home is where you know you are loved, even if she doesn't love me.

Home is the thought of getting to see her smile and it just makes your day a whole lot better.

Home is looking into her eyes knowing she is the one for you and that you will marry her someday.

Me and Gilinsky are currently in the recording booth creating new stuff and as I think about her I let the words pour out into rap. Maybe one day she'll hear it and will want to come and see me.

That's a big maybe though, she might have already found someone and even if she had I'd be happy, her happiness is everything to me, even if I'm not the cause of it. I know for a fact though I could treat her better. Better than anyone else.

It could have been you. It might still be you. Just come and see me someday yeah? And then I can feel like home.

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