TheTwighlight
Bluelighter
Lonely
I love
The way that you prance
The way that you dance
The sun in your hair
The breeze in the air
The way that you walk
The way that you talk
The way that you smiled
Just like a child
You left me behind
Now the sun doesn't shine
And I'm left in the cold
Where my soul has been sold
To the best of the best
And the worst of the worst
I am forced to atest
That I fell for you first
I suppose it's my fault
I choose not to complain
But I deal with the guilt
And ignore all the pain
But if I could go back
The right choice I would lack
Because choices are few
Just for looking at you
I love
The way that you prance
The way that you dance
The sun in your hair
The breeze in the air
The way that you walk
The way that you talk
The way that you smiled
Just like a child
You left me behind
Now the sun doesn't shine
And I'm left in the cold
Where my soul has been sold
To the best of the best
And the worst of the worst
I am forced to atest
That I fell for you first
I suppose it's my fault
I choose not to complain
But I deal with the guilt
And ignore all the pain
But if I could go back
The right choice I would lack
Because choices are few
Just for looking at you
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