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I call him Mr brightside
I woke up.
I only wish I had insomnia.
I will go lengths to not sleep
You name it ill try
I'm so ashamed of what I've done to
Not see those dreams
Not to wake-up screaming crying shaking
Stumbleing and falling and more on and off crying
Not to mention the mental angst for the day
But your sitting there comforting me..
It blew my mind.
No man has ever.
It was your eyes
The way you looked at me those moments I could see thu the tears and see them.
Made me believe I...well..that I was good enough generally speaking .
(Chuckles) i remeber I first saw him
10pm at night....
The look in his eyes ....
I always take notice of his eyes...
He was ... disdain and tacit scream of not worth the time of what I clearly shoulda known without coming over at 10pm...
If u told me I'd be sitting here craving see his eyes and smile look at me ...than.
Id say soo not my tea.
.....but. Golly geeze fuck all kind of.....
Duck.
Its his smile....his eyes and how he looks at me with not what I'm used to.
Everyone knew.
I was even cornered and asked who was it in the office that made me giddy and go up few octones when I came in they named everyone but you at last they said...
Mr.brightside
. (As if on que my eyes and closing them as a trembling breath shudders out-of my lungs.
I long be on my knees next to your dominating presence....
I long to be laying on his chest falling asleep.
To be the one who calms his fears and pain and hurt
The night he confided in me while having a drink...my heart melted at his honest with me ... I felt so special and needed
I was hiding a school girl smile trying keep serious face going
He asked me to write him something happy...I did. I gave it to him...surely there is no way he can't know how I get weak when he's near.
I wonder if he knows i think of him
I just want make him feel as special as he makes me feel.
I want be the girl he thinks of
I want to be the girl who gets to find nebulas that match his eyes in space
Cause oh God like meteorites I get lost in his eyes when he's near by
I'm scared I'm misreading his politeness and kindness for interest.
Id rather have mr brightside as a friend than nothing at all
Cause he already raised the bar for what I will allow...cause
Now I know what a real man should do.
God his eyes I want be lost in again.
He makes my day brighter when he says hi. His darkness defines his light
His light is so bright
Hes Mr brightside.
I only wish I had insomnia.
I will go lengths to not sleep
You name it ill try
I'm so ashamed of what I've done to
Not see those dreams
Not to wake-up screaming crying shaking
Stumbleing and falling and more on and off crying
Not to mention the mental angst for the day
But your sitting there comforting me..
It blew my mind.
No man has ever.
It was your eyes
The way you looked at me those moments I could see thu the tears and see them.
Made me believe I...well..that I was good enough generally speaking .
(Chuckles) i remeber I first saw him
10pm at night....
The look in his eyes ....
I always take notice of his eyes...
He was ... disdain and tacit scream of not worth the time of what I clearly shoulda known without coming over at 10pm...
If u told me I'd be sitting here craving see his eyes and smile look at me ...than.
Id say soo not my tea.
.....but. Golly geeze fuck all kind of.....
Duck.
Its his smile....his eyes and how he looks at me with not what I'm used to.
Everyone knew.
I was even cornered and asked who was it in the office that made me giddy and go up few octones when I came in they named everyone but you at last they said...
Mr.brightside
. (As if on que my eyes and closing them as a trembling breath shudders out-of my lungs.
I long be on my knees next to your dominating presence....
I long to be laying on his chest falling asleep.
To be the one who calms his fears and pain and hurt
The night he confided in me while having a drink...my heart melted at his honest with me ... I felt so special and needed
I was hiding a school girl smile trying keep serious face going
He asked me to write him something happy...I did. I gave it to him...surely there is no way he can't know how I get weak when he's near.
I wonder if he knows i think of him
I just want make him feel as special as he makes me feel.
I want be the girl he thinks of
I want to be the girl who gets to find nebulas that match his eyes in space
Cause oh God like meteorites I get lost in his eyes when he's near by
I'm scared I'm misreading his politeness and kindness for interest.
Id rather have mr brightside as a friend than nothing at all
Cause he already raised the bar for what I will allow...cause
Now I know what a real man should do.
God his eyes I want be lost in again.
He makes my day brighter when he says hi. His darkness defines his light
His light is so bright
Hes Mr brightside.
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