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Estaba en mi habitación. Estaba seguro de aceptar que solo somos amigos y que no podrías llegar a amarme.
Solo tomé mi guitarra y comencé a tocar acordes al azar. Fue así como las palabras vinieron a mi mente y también los malos sentimientos que hicieron que llorara.
I still remember Third of December Me in your sweater You said it looked better
On me, than it did you Only if you knew How much I liked you But I watch your eyes, as she
Walks by What a sight for Sore eyes Brighter than a Blue sky She's got you Mesmerized While I die
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty You gave her your sweater It's just polyester, but you like her better Wish I were Heather
Watch as she stands with Her holding your hand Put your arm 'round her shoulder Now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel But then again, kinda Wish she were dead, as she
Walks by What a sight for Sore eyes Brighter than a Blue sky She's got you Mesmerized While I die
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty You gave her your sweater It's just polyester, but you like her better I wish I were Heather
Wish I were Heather Wish I were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater It's just polyester, but you like her better
Wish I were
Mi voz se quebraba con cada verso, pero no me importó, estaba mucho mejor después de haberla terminado. No se si era el orgullo de haber hecho una canción o que finalmente había soltado lo que tenía guardado.
