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He sees everything black and white,

Never let nobody see him cry;

I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine! .

I could tell you his favorite colors blue.

He loves to argue, born on the sixteenth,

His brother're beautiful, he has his mother's eyes,

and if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie.

He stands there then walks away,

My God, if I could only say:

"I'm holding every breathe for you".

He'd never tell you but he can play the drums,

I think he can see through everything but my heart.

First thought when I wake up is: "My god, he's beautiful"

So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle.