thoughtsoflinda

You say you wanna see me, and make me smile.
Then you say it's gettin late, and turn med down.
You end up with your friends instead and make me sad.
Then you tell me you're sorry, you don't want me to be mad.

You tell me to come closer, to take your hand.
When our lips come closer I feel like in wonderland.
I'm wrapped in your arms, and I know that you really care.
Please don't let me down again, cause If you do I might end this right there.