You see, I am the girl,
who you weren't supposed to meet
and I am the girl,
with the ever cold feet.
Freezing actually.
You know, I am the girl,
who's life lacked love for the sake of it
and I am the girl,
thought she'd have to live and fake it.
Like plastic.
You notice, I am the girl
who's face is always in a blush
and I am the girl,
who's life is always in a rush.
Scared of slow.
But I am the girl,
who's heart you pressed "open"
and I am the girl,
whom you succeeded to rope in,
I'm your girl.
:)
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