There's a painting on your wall of two big waterfalls that flow into each other, like us. one of them is subtle and the other one is fighting with the
window and little did i know that you packed your bags, got out of town, and didn't tell a soul about but maybe that's what's best for me (Thanks to Stephen
feeling alright tonight i'm feeling alright was it something i said? was it something i did? cause i'm sorry if i am the reason i made you mad thinking of somebody other
Say your sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to as i pace back and forth all this time cause i honestly believe in you ho-holding
tell you we're dreaming and i know it couldn't be about me, cause you don't know me. and i bought a dozen flowers, eleven we roses and the other one
