Tuesday, January 22, 2008
For the girl
The girl next door
Don’t know I exist
Messy hair, thick frames
Body thinner than her sis
Sometimes its hello
Sometimes it’s hey
What I want to say
Are you free this Saturday?
To take you out
Just the 2 of us away from the crowds
But it’s so hard to get hold of you
Not always around & always busy
With the others guys
Oh the jealousy
I got your number
It is in my phone
You never call back
Not even a single freaking tone
Friends say forget it
I say I will prove it
Till the heart broken
Bleed, dried & forsaken
For the girl
Sending me into a whirl
Don’t know I exist
How I wish those lips will kiss
20 minutes to get it all stringed up..=P
smoke on the water.
2:47 PM