My life

September 28, 2011
By , Cordova, IL
My life is as simple as pie
But sometimes as hard as to fly

I think of what I should do
Until I think about you

But just when I see your face
I think of a special place

But when we're not us
I start to fuss

When we are at lunch
We form a bunch

I start to wonder if we will ever be alone
But of course as shown we both begin to groan

Yeah we wonder if we will ever be the same
Until that day when we go and blame the frame of us that burnt into flames

Until the next day
When we both see each other at the bay

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