Today I'll start it with a lie. I love it when you cry. When all along, it hurts too. But hey, a little lullaby. Can start with burning eyes. When all along, she feels good.
The first time I saw you, I promised myself. That somehow I'd be close to you. Even though we were only 15, I swore that you were 22. From the way that you dressed and you moved, I made us up in my head.