i'm trying to do the right thing,
but when i find myself staring at you,
i can't keep my heart from overwhelm my brain
with the will of make the world right,
by telling you how perfect we'r together.
if i'd set free a balloon for each time
my lips were glued killing my will of saying:
i love you,
the sky would be fulfilled with the colors
that run trough my blood since the day i met you.
instead, i keep dragging these feelings with me
waiting for the day you'll say:
it's alright.
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