jueves, 22 de abril de 2010

Know //

I don't know who sent you here. I don't know how. I don't know why.

I don't know what I did to deserve this. It must've been something good. Something really, really good, 'cuz I know this is more than what I deserve.

How did I get her beautiful face to be mine? How come her shining eyes ever crossed me, and stayed here? How?

But I know I don't wanna know. All I want to do is hold on to this moment, hold on to you, and never let you go.

'Cuz, baby, all I know is how much I love you, and how I don't want it to go away... ever.

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