all the music sounds the same,

and i start to wonder,

if all guys are the same,

when they kiss you goodbye,

in the cold rain,

and call you babygirl,

when you've misbehaved,

only to disappear,

like it was all a dream,

with a broken heart that beats so real,

so numb that it's impossible to feel,

but i live in the moment,

and fill my throat,

with nothing but the present,

and kiss his lips,

like love's is blooming in the air.