Wake me up
Wake Me Up
I should ink my skin with your name
See I could do without a tan
On my left hand
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
And I should run you a hot bath
Fill it up with bubbles
Cause maybe you're loveable
Maybe you're my snowflake
And your eyes turn from green to gray
And in the winter I'll hold you in a cold place
And you should never cut your hair
Cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder
And you will never know
Just how beautiful you are to me
But maybe I'm just in love
When you wake me up
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libbyglove
Some like it simple, some like it sweet. Either way it goes, I'll still be me. Been rollin' on the river of love for quite some time now, but it seems my boats about to go down. Funny thing is, I'm in here alone, and I'm staring at my reflection, while I contemplate my home. It seems I am alone on this dark rolling sea, which started as a flower, but now is stinging like a bee. My words are not simple, they aren't tranquil, they may be brash, but if you aren't careful you'll find your soul strangled in my clasp.
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