Hey (Y/N), he said. I want to show you something, he said.
He brought me to a rooftop. Took out his saxophone and started playing. My ex, Irie Kanata, was playing a song to me.
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I
Need a little more timeUnderneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back
For the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know I
Need a little more timeI'll wait, I'll wait
I love you like you've never felt the pain
I'll wait, I'll wait
I promise you don't have to be afraid
I'll wait
The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me'Cause little do you know I
I love you till the sun diesHe added a twist to the song by using his saxophone, and I loved it.
I had these feelings inside, and I wouldn't show them.
But he exposed them for me.I still love him, and always will.
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Please tell me when I cross the line in being too cheesy. Or cliché.
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MJ
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Prince of Tennis || One-shots
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