The new game

You have no idea, right? Of how bad I want to see your smile, Of the electricity that runs through me when I look into your eyes Of the sadness of my mind when you go home to her. You have no clue of how long I've been waiting for the kind of light you ignate How my lips lust for yours How the wind blows when you're around. Why am I always so freaking late? Or why you couldn't wait for me. But I'm not giving up my love. I'm not the quiter kind of girl.