I am beginning to think
that maybe love
is just enjoying the feeling of celebrating someone.
So why does it feel like
I'm always the piñata ?
Did I ever mention that my favorite reflection of me
is in your eyes?
You are the one person who sees me as beautiful.
Reflections.
We all have one as our eyes tend to reflect those who
dare to stand right in front of us and stare...
I have seen myself in your eyes
and now I want to see myself through them.
......
I love thunderstorms.
Not due to their beauty
But because they prove that sometimes nothing can make the loudest noise.
You’ll feel those things again
So get out of your head
Go and make your bed
Quit living in regret
Got so much left
A whole life to be spent
Time to embrace my dark side
I’ll do that tonight
Without you in sight
Don’t need you to have a good time
......
I love thunderstorms.
Not due to their beauty
But because they prove that sometimes nothing can make the loudest noise.
Did I ever mention that my favorite reflection of me
is in your eyes?
You are the one person who sees me as beautiful.
Reflections.
We all have one as our eyes tend to reflect those who
dare to stand right in front of us and stare...
I have seen myself in your eyes
and now I want to see myself through them.
......
You’ll feel those things again
So get out of your head
Go and make your bed
Quit living in regret
Got so much left
A whole life to be spent
Time to embrace my dark side
I’ll do that tonight
Without you in sight
Don’t need you to have a good time
......
I am beginning to think
that maybe love
is just enjoying the feeling of celebrating someone.
So why does it feel like
I'm always the piñata ?