Saturday, May 21

I wanted you to know,
That I love the way you laugh..
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.. away.
I keep your photograph,
And I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain..
cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome..
And I don't feel right when you're gone away..
You've gone away..
You don't feel me here....anymore..