
I'll be walking down a glass stair case,
into a beautiful, high class kitchen.
Which happens to be where I work,
or should I say, am the boss of.
Everyone will know me for amazing food.
I'll be taken,
but not married.
I'll have long hair that reaches midway down my back.
My personality,
I'll be outgoing,
I wont care what others think,
I'll show love,
I'll show that I finally believe,
I will should care,
I will be brave,
I'll be there,
I'll be the life of the party.
I'll live in an outstanding house.
Something no one has ever seen before.
Mostly because it will be designed by
Me.
I'll be smarter,
I will know what I should be doing with my life.
I know what I shouldn't do.
I will not get hurt.
I will know that he loves me.
I will know that a ring
doesn't really prove anything.
That we can prove to ourselves that we can do it.
I'll be able to travel.
I'll see everything.
I'll buy the world.
I'll model my heart out.
I'll do everything I've ever dreamed up.
It's getting harder to drift.
It's getting to that part where I don't understand.
Yet, I do understand.
Sing me a little song,
Dance a little dance,
Give me a little kiss.
We'll start over,
make this ending the new start.
When I twirl,
and stop to smile at you.
It's a good sign.
But,
when you smile back,
It's more then just a good sign.
You make me scream in joy.
Gosh,
you are simply amazing.
You always will be.
No matter what happens.
I'll dance with you till the stars go out.
And my heart is faded.
I'll sing with you till there are no more tunes.
and I'll give you a little kiss,
Just to show you the truth.
My heart is racing.
My heart is singing.
My heart is falling.
My heart is crying.
My heart is turning.
My heart is dancing.
My heart is warm.
My heart is showing you love.
(R)
Hug me one more time.
One last time.
Make me smile no one else can make.
Get me outta that shell.
Tell me I'm the one.
Tell me the truth.
Show me a feeling I can't seem to understand.
how be something new.
So me something old.
Old.
New.
Either way,
Mwah.
I'm thinking about you.
Because everyone needs someone to think about them.
I wonder if anyone is really thinking about me...
Who knows?
gnizama ylpmis era uoy
(:
buh-byee.
O-ECS
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