you touch my heart and live inside me i have yet to find if you exist too perfect to be real i'll never gaze into those baby-blue eyes and see them gaze back at me i followed them once and looked straight into those of another girl if you knew how happy you would be stargazing together with me but i'll never sit under a sea of black with you dreams, far away, remain shattered who will pick up that glass its my heart, there on the floor in a mess cant you take time out of your perfect world for an imperfect like me.....
Reason for writing:
This is for you, Mike, who likes someone else and may never like me. Maybe someday....
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