AkkonhaM

Espero explodir com os fogos da virada esse ano ✌✌✌

AkkonhaM

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)