No Exeptions To the Rules

No exceptions to the rules, You think in you're head its going to be enough to say, how tremendously you're in love with me, You think in you're head, if you tell me, "you're eyes are so exotic, that I can't stop looking at them", and that is suppose to make me feel good. And that is OK not to talk about little things. You think if you talk about you're love it will be OK and we will laugh ha ha ha, that love will make me forget reality, that so many miles we are apart, and the fact that I know nothing about you, then the very first day I meet you. The fact that other people, who are nothing to you, knows more then I will ever do. You think in you're head there is exceptions to you, and you're words will make me blind to accept you as you are, well, let me tell you something: There is no exceptions to the rules to you or me or anyone else in that matter.