What if, what if... Love never existed? What if it did when I looked into those brown eyes that I would loathe of anyone looking into? It shatters me into pieces knowing someone else is looking from afar, knowing that, that person wouldn't be me.
What if, what if... Love never existed? What if it did when I looked into those brown eyes that I would loathe of anyone looking into? It shatters me into pieces knowing someone else is looking from afar, knowing that, that person wouldn't be me.