as he runs his fingers through his hair,
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's WRONG
And I don't think It ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favourite songs and
I could tell you, his favourite color's green,
He loves to Argue, Oh and IT KILLS ME !
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
and if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.
HE'D NEVER TELL YOU , BUT HE CAN PLAY GUITAR
I THINK HE CAN SEE TROUGH EVERYTHING, BUT MY HEART.
T.S♥
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