The Keeper Of The Key
I spend my time just dreaming now,
I'm so lost in thought when shes speaking loud,
What did she say? I'm lost in her eyes,
And i can't help but wonder what shes thinking about,
Could you lend me a kiss,
For your lips i will miss,
Because i hate when you leave,
I loathe situations like this,
Would you confess your love,
For the one up above,
And feel the same about me,
when our times get rough
Would we meet at the altar,
Because our time just gets smaller,
And don't doubt that i love you,
When my vocal chords falter,
Isabella Leigh, The keeper of the key,
To an evil heart of mine,
Forever shall be mine,
Til' death do us part.
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