Yeah sometimes Im scared Im not good enough for you… Sometimes Im scared we re making the wrong choices…
But in the end, when i close my eyes, it’s you that I see… In the end it’s your smile that gives me butterflies in the stomach… In the end it’s your hand that I long to hold…
Tu me manques… Et je sais que parfois c’est dur, que you get mad at the world cause everything just seems to be too unfair… mais n’oublie pas que tant ke tu souris, il ya de l’espoir… n’oublie pas ke i’ll never want to hurt you… n’oublie pas que je t’aime…
N.
