Shooting StardannythepoetNovember 30 2005, 19:55:54 UTC
Fell in love with, You did to that shooting star. After your gone, He'll wonder where you are. The billboards and spotlight were never his thing, But he was so scared to make your phone ring. The white picket fantasy was just the start, He never wanted to see you and him apart. But the time he so wasted, Being alone is how he was fated.
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You did to that shooting star.
After your gone,
He'll wonder where you are.
The billboards and spotlight were never his thing,
But he was so scared to make your phone ring.
The white picket fantasy was just the start,
He never wanted to see you and him apart.
But the time he so wasted,
Being alone is how he was fated.
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