sometimes i close my eyes and i see the place were i use to live, cuddled up to you never letting go,he always trys to be the gentlemen,that he wishes he could forever be. as i sit here in my heartach waiting for a boy to take me away save me from my old old ways. wait he talks like a gentleman. awkwardness between you and me and all you know from e is sex so you figured you knew me well enough where id be all over you which i wasnt though i liked it when you went to your room you carried me up those old stairs wed run up to play. the old you is nothing but ashes and i get weak when it comes to you i know everything aboput you and how you work tho i still cave in and pretend the truth isnt stareing me in the face i turn my mind around and think beautiful*