Tuesday, July 26, 2011

You.

Hope the sunshine shine on your face.
It is such a beautiful scene. 
I wish you can hear me, wish you were here. 

When you look at girls, I cried. 
When you sing for her, I died. 
When you fool at me, I know, I don't get a chance. 

Just a try, and I don't mind. Be so wild, just a crime. 

But you aren't with me. 
Your heart and soul running out of me. 
You are not mine. 

I'll let you go.



-Jam.

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