kirir

and I still remember the third of December me and your sweater you said it looked better on me thanbit did you only if you knew how much I liked you but I watch your eyes as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes brighter than the blue skies she's got you mesmerized while I die why would you ever kiss me I'm not even half as pretty you gave her your sweater it's just polyester but you like her better I wish I were Heather watch as she stands holding your hand girl your arm around her shoulder