I never knew perfection till. I heard you speak and now it kills me. Just to hear you say the simple things. Now waking up is hard to do. Sleeping's impossible too. And every thing's reminding me of you.
What can I do?It's not right, not okay. Say the words that you're saying. Maybe we're better off this way .
-- FirstSight ♥
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