????? WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY,

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    IN THE BEGAINING I DID'NT KNOW WHY I FEEL SO GOOD WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER , NOW I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU , BUT THE WORDS ESCAPE MY LIPS , IN FEAR OR HOW AND WHAT YOU WILL SAY, NOW I HAVE THE COURAGE TO TELL YOU I THINK I DO , OOOH WELL LET ME TRY,,,,,, OH PLEASE ENCLAN YOUR EARS AND HEART MY ME,,, LET ME START LIKE THIS ,,,,, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY MY LIPS ARE MOVEING BUT NO SOUND, WHAT IS WRONG MAY BE ITS NOT THE TIME ,,,,,,, SO ALL I CAN SAY IS I LOVE YOU AND THIS IS NOT THE WORDS I WANT TO SAY , OH MY GOD (omg) ,,,,,,,,, IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN BREATHING AND LOVING YOU,, I WOULD USE MY LAST BREATH TO SAY I LOVE YOU,,, BUT THERE IS ONE THING I KNOW IS THAT ( I LOVE YOU ) BEYOND THIS PORM THAT WAS MADE JUST FOR YOU,,, PORM : DOLLIE

    ????? WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY,

    IN THE BEGAINING I DID'NT KNOW WHY I FEEL SO GOOD WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER , NOW I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ,
    BUT THE WORDS ESCAPE MY LIPS , IN FEAR OR HOW AND WHAT YOU WILL SAY, 

    NOW I HAVE THE COURAGE TO TELL YOU I THINK I DO , OOOH WELL LET ME TRY,,,,,, 
    OH PLEASE ENCLAN YOUR EARS AND HEART MY ME,,,

    LET ME START LIKE THIS ,,,,, 
    I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY MY LIPS ARE MOVEING BUT NO SOUND, WHAT IS WRONG MAY BE ITS NOT THE TIME ,,,,,,,

    SO ALL I CAN SAY IS  I LOVE YOU AND THIS IS NOT THE WORDS I WANT TO SAY , OH MY GOD (omg) ,,,,,,,,,

    IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN BREATHING AND  LOVING YOU,, I WOULD USE MY LAST BREATH TO SAY I LOVE YOU,,, 

    BUT THERE IS ONE THING I KNOW IS THAT ( I LOVE YOU  ) BEYOND THIS PORM THAT WAS MADE JUST FOR YOU,,, 
                                                                              PORM : DOLLIE  

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