In case you can't read my scribblings -- which I don't expect you to be able to do since they are quite reminiscent of a doctor writing a prescription -- here's a translation: He had been living
Rent free in my head
He hadn't paid a cent
And took me for all that I had
Unfocused and confused
I'm sick of playing by his rules
Big brown eyes that smile
Don't count as an excuse
There was a time
He'd make me weak in my knees
Rosie cheeks and a quick heart beat
He'd make it so damn hard to speak
Unfocused and confused
I'm sick of playing by his rules
Big brown eyes that smile
Don't count as an excuse
There's just one question
We've yet to review
What am I to you
You think I can't see
The way you look at me
If only I had a mirror installed
For every time that we continue to meet
Unfocused and confused
I'm sick of playing by your rules
Big brown eyes that smile
Don't count as an excuse
There's just one question
We've yet to review
What am I to you
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