by Vanilla Twilight » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:25 am
Anna was laying on her back as she looked up at the ceiling. Her small, pale hands were placed on her thin stomach, but she broke her train of thoughts when she heard Dante speak. "I have absolutely no idea," She shrugged a little bit with a small smile.
There are no words,
To paint a picture of you girl.
Your eyes,
those curves,
it's like you're from some other world.
You walk my way, oh God it's so frustrating.
So why do I disappear...
When you come near,
It makes me feel so small.
Why do I blow my lines,
Most every time,
Like I got NO chance at all,
If I could be your SUPERMAN,
I'd fly you to the stars and back again.
'cause everytime you touch my hand,
I can feel my powers running through your veins.
But I can only write this song,
And tell you that I'm not that strong.
'Cause I'm no SUPERMAN,
I hope you like me as I am.
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