sometimes I sit in bed and look at the moon,
and wonder if your looking at the same one.
sometimes I wonder if your still thinking of me,
cause I know I'm thinking of you.
I know you understand me
because you actually listen
no one else will listen the way you do
with absolute concentration
I refuse to talk in front of others now
because i remember the first time I was called boring
or annoying
I remember the dissapointment inside
and now I'm learning again
I'm learning how to open up
I'm learning to stop pushing people away
because of you
cause I know your out there somewhere
living a whole different life
that I'm not apart of
how easy would it be to cut me out of tht life?
but when your not here wat am I
when your not holding my hand what do I hold?
when your not here what do I look at?
because I love you
I love the way you laugh
and the way you smile
I love your eyes
I love your hair
and everything you hate about yourself.
