i wish i could tell you how i feel. how you make me feel. how happy and how you make me feel like i’m on top of the world. but you won’t care that it comes from me. i highly doubt that you would give me a second glance. to you im nothing when there are so many girls who are jaw droppingly stunning. but to me you are all that matters. the songs you play on the piano, the way you write, the tiny facial movements, the tv shows that make you laugh and the music you jam out to. you make me feel on top of the world but i don’t make you feel the same way and that is killing me slowly.
