Данче, нямат спирка моите простотии ти казвам. :/ Толкова яко съм friendzoned, че просто все едно се блъскам в някаква супер тънка стъклена стена, през която всичко се вижда и чува, обаче няма абсолютно никакъв шанс да я пробиеш.



Ей го и моят вариант на положението...

I don't think that big city streets
have ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his life
I gaze the sunlight in his eyes.

He will never be loved, he swears,
as he runs his fingers through his hair,
I'm laughing 'cause I KNOW he's wrong.

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
he tells a joke, I fake a smile,
but I KNOW all his favorite songs!

And I could tell you:

His favorite colour's blue,
he likes to argue,
born on the 28th.
His soul is beautiful,
he has the prettiest eyes
and if you asked me if I loved him...

I'd lie.

He looks around the room,
inocently overlooks the truth.
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

He sees everything black and white,
we sit together late at night .
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine.

He stands there then walks away,
my God, if I could only say:
"I'm holding every breath for you..."

He'd never tell you,
but he is really smart.
When I'm around him,
it's hard to keep up my guard.
First thought when I wake up
is "My God, he's beautiful."
So I put on my make up
and pray for a miracle...