coming into sight
I was blind, i couldn't see that what was best for me was right infront of my face the whole time
asking you for advise on which girl is best for me, and you anwsering i don't like either of them so let
them be i never noticed the change in your attiude when i asked about them, the saddness in your
voice when you answered the question, but now i can see i see that the best thing for me is the one
anwsering the question the one right infront of me the one i called my bestfriend who i confide my
deepest sercets in so heres my revalation
you're my bestfriend, the only one i trust,
i never want to loose you,
so will you be mine?
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