terça-feira, 28 de setembro de 2010

No Idea

You hear me call your name,
but you never really listen.
Hence the time will come
for no talking, just kissing.

No idea what I mean,
but you kinda like it.
No idea what you want,
but I kinda like you.

You see me go all insane,
but you never understand.
Hence the time will come
for no doing, just pretending.

No idea what I am,
but you seem to like it.
No idea why you do,
but seems you kinda like me.


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