The smoke from your cigarette draws a fading circle around the words that I am scared to speak. And just like that, they fade away with the subtle breeze. Sometimes words are the best things we can give other people, and sometimes words are the hardest things to offer.
So you’ve dreamed
that love was as great as the stars
So you wake
to find that this all that you are
Well I just want to be
what you think of when you smile
And I just want to be
what’s reflected in your eyes
But every time I tried to tell you,
the words just came out wrong
So I guess I'll have to tell you
I love you
in a song
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