When you tell me things you know about me, and they aren't things everyone would know, it's the small details that you pay attention to that make me hold on. You said you like my voice when I sing, even though I made sure I was always singing alone in the shower, you snuck up and listened away. I know you love me, but the question is, are you going to keep playing the same old game, or are you going to make up your mind and make me yours? Who do I give a chance....
















