I knew a girl once. She would cry herself to sleep everynight and sound so hopeless and desperate for attention. Still she had the most lovely eyes in the world, and she could make you smile with just one glimpse of hers.
I've known a girl, she would say the most charming words and make you believe there was no tomorrow to wait for. Still she wouldn't risk to be happy herself. She wasn't brave enough i guess.
She broke my heart, not once, not twice...but all the times that you can count on a calendar. And I kept letting her do that, in her defense.
I've known this girl for a long time. I've known her well. But I guess she didn't quite know me.