Start To Hope For a Reason
anytime my heart wants to matter
my thoughts be shattered
humble me with kisses i was never meant to understand
if you were an angel and i had a camera
i would give up the negatives and keep the picture's
call me,say you saw me
if i liked you,ok,if i liked you for a reason
me meaning me,i get to be
hope springs eternal and hopes the thing
what time is it where you are?
livin out a dream,or so it seems
i would sing break away and kiss me
but you would never listen
top me with a cat,i need a new hat
broken and hopin but thats the world
feel like me and be this
what you are is what i wish
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2010
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