He knows my standard
But thinks he's below it
He's truly brilliant
But doesn't even know it
He thinks I'm perfect
But He won't admit it
He refuses to love me
Because he's "committed"
And I wonder what it'd take to make him see
All the beautiful things he could have with me
It's like wanting to hold something
You could never touch
He knows we're forbidden
But I want him so much
I write him letters
But I never send them
Guess he'll never know
How much I need him
And I wonder what it'd take to make him see
All the beautiful things he could have with me
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Friday, October 22, 2010
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