Saturday, February 20, 2010
Doesn't it seem that we're worlds apart.
And we live to a different tune.
Doesn't it seem that we'll lead nowhere.
And this is all just mere play.
Doesn't it seem that you've been told once again.
And maybe they're right.
Albeit.
This is your life.
This is my life.
Nobody will ever know.
And to get something, we'll probably have to bend our backs.
I'll be here standing straight tall.
So that just leaves...
Can you please fall for me more than i fall for you?
I'm not one to take the leap.
I'm into lace and chiffon.
Ribbons and polka dots.
Spray paint and crotchet.
I still yearn for that white chiffon dress from 'the trunk shop'
Something so unreachable is so tasteful.
