I don’t know how I feel about him.
Maybe its his laugh or his ability to make me laugh,
Maybe its his confidence or his ability to make me confident,
But there’s not a single moment anymore that is grim.
Maybe its his laugh or his ability to make me laugh,
Maybe its his confidence or his ability to make me confident,
But there’s not a single moment anymore that is grim.
I don’t know how I feel about him.
The wind doesn’t seem softer,
The sky doesn’t feel brighter,
Violins aren’t playing in the background,
But the butterflies in my stomach scream he’s besides me.
The wind doesn’t seem softer,
The sky doesn’t feel brighter,
Violins aren’t playing in the background,
But the butterflies in my stomach scream he’s besides me.
I don’t know how I feel about him.
Every minute spent seems insufficient,
Every conversation feels incomplete,
Every third person seems as an intruder,
Maybe it’s all in my head,
Oh! Will this war ever end?
Every minute spent seems insufficient,
Every conversation feels incomplete,
Every third person seems as an intruder,
Maybe it’s all in my head,
Oh! Will this war ever end?
I think I know how I feel about him.
It’s been a tiresome travel,
It’s been a consuming whirlwind,
But maybe he’s waiting at the end of the tunnel,
To be there in need or to kiss me,
But I am certain,
The butterflies were right.
It’s been a tiresome travel,
It’s been a consuming whirlwind,
But maybe he’s waiting at the end of the tunnel,
To be there in need or to kiss me,
But I am certain,
The butterflies were right.