So you guys understand a little bit about how I partly feel. Here we go.
'Shes got those eyes, those eyes. That'll see right through you. When she leaves then I, I wanna leave with her too. And shes on my mind, like all the time. When we touch, I grow weak. And I could hardly speak. And I hope that she thinks about me, cause im always thinkin' of her. I just wanna hold her hand, be her man. I wanna know if she'd take a chance, cause I still get the feeling. That lovin' her is a game I'll always lose. I've got the brown eyed blues.'
Every sentence of that seems to be true for me. Yet, I still can't put my finger on why I find these feelings and why I find these words to be true. The heart is an out of this world piece of equipment. One I will never understand. The mind can be conquered, but the will and emotion of the heart can not.
'Shes got those eyes, those eyes. That'll see right through you. When she leaves then I, I wanna leave with her too. And shes on my mind, like all the time. When we touch, I grow weak. And I could hardly speak. And I hope that she thinks about me, cause im always thinkin' of her. I just wanna hold her hand, be her man. I wanna know if she'd take a chance, cause I still get the feeling. That lovin' her is a game I'll always lose. I've got the brown eyed blues.'
Every sentence of that seems to be true for me. Yet, I still can't put my finger on why I find these feelings and why I find these words to be true. The heart is an out of this world piece of equipment. One I will never understand. The mind can be conquered, but the will and emotion of the heart can not.
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