Ragazza di 16 anni

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater You said it looked better on me than it did you Only if you knew how much I liked you But I watch your eyes as she Walks by What a sight for sore eyes Brighter than the blue sky She's got you mesmerised while I die Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty... Reeposto perché prima stavo piangendo e non vedevo bene #reeposto #heather