All About Me Is You

Wish you were there in that old scented chair, 22 days of misery is a bit snazzy on my hair. We haven’t seen each other since we’ve met at the park, I’m seeing nothing but surrounded in a whole tight of dark. Flashes of good things kept on coming in my mind, Seeing you in a black shirt was the brightest of mankind. Faking myself that I don’t want to see you laugh, Worthless tactics are so odd and tough. You’re the one that I always want to be with, God sees the truth that my true love is width. It’s undesirably harsh not to see your ever wanting smiles, It’s touch-and-go to feel walking in that bold lengthy miles. I must admit that I was a trashy player of this game of love, Faking everything was wrongfully deed and hated by above. Moments of chances that I get to know much more about you, The best thing about me is my one and only you.