I must be happy, I must be happy
there is something about you that makes me cry, which in itself is important-I cry easily, I'll admit that but not about people, usually other things. You make me happy, so very happy, but only when I'm with you. the root of the problem here is laying in the distance that I have to cross, the time that shapes us when were not together
we lasted all those long months this summer, this cant be it, i dont want to give up, i love you too much