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October 23, 2011

Only Learnt The Bad Things

People are looking so wipe your tears and lift your chin up
I said I’m sorry. Should I get on my knees?


What would I become if you cry at my common mistake of words
I don’t think I can comfort you with ‘I love you’ anymore


Everyday *sigh*
I let out a deep sigh and always reflect on my actions


Baby U 
I want to do good, but I can’t


Because I only learned bad words, bad actions, and don’t know your heart
something always gets twisted 


Because I’m still immature, a deep love is hard
I, who thought ‘What’s love, just keep pushing forward’
was stupid


I’m sorry, I’ll do better
I’m sorry, don’t be mad
I did wrong


Twinkling, twinkling a land of stars
In my eyes, you are a queen
Your charms, that I knew about
after this night was almost over
In a edge of your locked heart,
I slightly light a fire
Your sweet voice
Long, straight hair like Jasmine


Baby U
If your heart is hurting, I become torn


Baby U
You are who I really cherish


Because I only learned bad words, bad actions, and don’t know your heart
something always gets twisted


Because I’m still immature, a deep love is hard
I, who thought ‘What’s love, just keep pushing forward’
was stupid


For a young person like me, the word ‘love’
is too awkward to say often


‘I’m sorry, I’ll do better’
And at most, I tell you words that obviously have no feelings


Please, oh, please
Just watch over me a bit more
At the end of my efforts and your trust, there’s only happiness


Alright, let’s stop crying now
Wipe away your tears now


Isn’t that much better
You are the prettiest prettiest when you smile, yeah


I’ll learn good words, good actions, and be like you to
become an amazing boyfriend OK


We’ll go for a long, long time. Longer than any other couple
There’s a mountain full of things that I want to
buy you, feed you. It’s the truth


Love you, I love you 
Love you, I love you
Love you, I love you
Love you, I love you

Say it. I'm LAME. Thanks.

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