On the day that you were born
The angels got together and decided
To create a dream comes true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the boys in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
yeah sometimes beauty killing me…
somehow i wish i could wish that only me could see your beauty, so no body wanting you, nobody adore you, no body obsessed with you.
is it is? or it’s just me to say? i don’t know… i’m just jealous!
jealousy that burns me…
ps: this post will be erased in 7 days… happy reading my curhat….