I’m wondering what it’s like to hold your hand.
To talk about personal things,
And to make that smile grow on your face.
To talk about personal things,
And to make that smile grow on your face.
I find myself infatuated by you,
Wondering how you are,
And what you’re doing.
Wondering how you are,
And what you’re doing.
When I think about the last time I saw you,
There’s an emptiness inside,
And an aching pain in my chest.
Because you bring me back to life.
There’s an emptiness inside,
And an aching pain in my chest.
Because you bring me back to life.
I’m infatuated to you,
And I’m merely just a crack in your windshield.
And I’m merely just a crack in your windshield.
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