Love what's that...
What I feel for him
is unbelievable
Sometimes I don't understand myself.
I don't know why he is so special for me.
Sometimes It felt good, sometimes bad...
When I see him,
my heart goes on and on
my face become red
I'm looking in his eyes.
His eyes give me a special feeling.
A feeling of trust and love.
I don't know why I love him.
Sometimes It does hurt when he isn't with me.
Sometimes I will forget him, but It doesn't work, 'cause I have to think too him whole the time...
Shall he know what I feel for him?
is unbelievable
Sometimes I don't understand myself.
I don't know why he is so special for me.
Sometimes It felt good, sometimes bad...
When I see him,
my heart goes on and on
my face become red
I'm looking in his eyes.
His eyes give me a special feeling.
A feeling of trust and love.
I don't know why I love him.
Sometimes It does hurt when he isn't with me.
Sometimes I will forget him, but It doesn't work, 'cause I have to think too him whole the time...
Shall he know what I feel for him?
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