Um desabafo...

"If roses are meant to be red
And violets to be blue
Why isn't my heart meant for you..

My hands longing to touch you
But I can barely breathe
Starry eyes that make me melt
Right in front of me...

This music's irresistible
Your voice makes my skin crawl
Innocent and pure
I guess you heard it all before...

You're still a picture in a frame..."