Cupid shot me and killed me or might as well have he shot me in the arm , out came my heart, it's so hard to hide even with long sleeves and that's why I wear so many sweatshirts no matter the weathe...

Because looking into your eyes was like looking up at the starts ... mesmerizing I could feel you looking at me and we'd lock eyes and in that moment nothing else existed you'd ask me to do something ...