50/50=1
Why glance when you want to stare? Why walk when you rather stay? These games aren’t going to lure me in. My heart wants to spend the rest of its existence next to a heart that agrees to co-exist. We won’t play music; we will make it. We’ll be in tune with every note, be responsible for every step, and be the life of every party. If you aren’t ready to be a part, than we can remain apart because I don’t want to chase you when we can meet in the middle. I saw you the same time you seen me and I’ll be damned if I have to go the extra mile to prove I am worthy of running along aside you.
