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he is we ↦ blame it on the rain
Date: 2018-08-02 11:24 pm (UTC)You, got me caught in all this mess.
I guess, we can blame it on the rain.
My pain is knowing I can’t have you,
I can’t have you.
Tell me does she look at you the way I do,
Try to understand the words you say,
and the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush,
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy, or is this more than a crush?
I catch my breath,
The one you took
the moment you entered the room.