by Amanda s Brooks
I want you because you make my heart skip a beat, that a drum does.
I want to be the one you come to when pain comfronts you.
You're everything! Sometimes I get nevous when I'm in front of you.
Put your hand on my heart so music can start
and practice the like squazu.
I want you to be the river for my valley to run through
and when people try to rip us apart we'll work to stay together
like the weather. This is my wish list of what I want
not what I need...
this is different.