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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Teardrops on my guitar.
He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
That I want and i'm needing, everything that we could be.
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything (no not really) that i have to live without.
He talks to me, i laugh 'cause it's so damn funny.
How i can't even see, anyone when he's with me.
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all i think about at night.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.
He's the song in the car i keep singing don't know why i do.
He walks by me, can he tell that i can barely breathe.
And there he goes, so perfectly.
The kind of flawless i wish i could be.
She'd better hold on tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.
The only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishing star
He's the song in the car i keep singing don't know why i do.
So i drive home alone, as i turn out the light,
I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one that's got enough of me to break my heart.
He's the song in the car i keep singing, don't know why i do.
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough.
And he's all i needa fall into.
You look at me, i fake a smile so you won't see.
ambiguity revealed 10:06 PM
