You told me I was made of pure sunshine
I tried to believe you
I did
I promise
But how can I be sunshine
When she is made of pure gold
You told me I was made of pure sunshine
I tried to believe you
I did
I promise
But how can I be sunshine
When she is made of pure gold
I should have told you,
“I like you”.
Just a little earlier.
I planned every word,
In my head and outloud.
I wrote down your name in my books margins,
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