Will I be able to avoid staring at them, or smiling like there's nobody else in the room? Could I ignore the magic created by their hands, their eyes, their smile? ... How could I stop my heart from rushing then...
Will I be able to avoid staring at them, or smiling like there's nobody else in the room? Could I ignore the magic created by their hands, their eyes, their smile? ... How could I stop my heart from rushing then...
Estoy disociade perdide.
Estoy disociade perdide.
Estoy disociade perdide.
I'm the master of me,
and isn't the thought enough to lift me off of the ground?
I'm the master of me,
and isn't the thought enough to lift me off of the ground?