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THAT GIRL

NATALIE
160193
christian!
LEFTY!
capricorn
st.nicks
pianist

SPEAK


EXIT

sixgracious'05!
oneunity'06!
sec1sband'06!
one plus one is equal to five
abigail
aik ching
alyson
ann
annabel
anthia
ayu
brander
brenda
blodwen
chow lyn
danica
daphne
dawn
deborah hoe
deborah ng
dionne
drey
eileen
fatimah
gar wai
giok qin
hai ching
han siang
huiting
ian
jessalyn
jia hua
jia yi
jing wen
jing yi
june
kia lin
kristel
krystal
lee shi
lynette
melody
michelle
pauline
petrina
ren yue
sandra
sarah
shinny
shu en
shu shien
sufang
tiffany
tong zhen
tracy
tricia
ulyssa
vanessa
vivian
vivienne
wei qing
wei xin
wen jing
whai peng
xin ru
yiing huey
yi zuo

CREDITS

credits
ME. kynzgerl
CODES. SHOTGUN
BRUSHES. 1 2 3 4
IMAGES. 1

i'm yours by the script
Friday, October 03, 2008

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went weak and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours