Happy Holidays. Enjoy this lovely, little story, Review.- Estel
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
I'm sitting here, watching, wishing I was in the passenger's seat. This isn't right, Edward, thinking… All, I can hear is his story haunting me. He isn't unlike me…. His, all I can see is his eyes. They are beautiful, with flecks of red, brown, and orange. Edward's are dull, a void.
He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
But I know all his favorite songs
I laugh, as he says he'll never fall in love. What about Alice, I ask.
Love, isn't Alice; it never was. I pray he's wrong, he doesn't know and he never will. I wonder if he knows that I know all his favorite songs. I don't know Edward, he doesn't tell me. As he jokes, I fake a smile. For once, I'm grateful my thoughts are hidden.
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He likes to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie
I know more about, him than I do Edward's. I can tell you, his favorites color's green. His eyes, are exactly like Carlisle's, perhaps I was made for him. Rosalie is beautiful, everyone can see that and ironically, I know his birthday. He's like me and hates it. He used to wish he was older, but now it's different. Everything is different.
He looks around the room
And innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know
That I've had him memorized for so long
My emotions are hidden, the love he feels is for Edward, he thinks. He thinks…
He sees everything in black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
He can't cry, but in sense he mourns, his past. I can see it, in his eyes, but no one else can and I never let, anyone see me wishing he was mine.
He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you
Edward says for him to hold his breath and I do too. I wish, I wasn't and I could tell him.
He'd never tell you,
But he can play guitar
I think he can see through
Everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up,
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
I've heard, the wonderful stirrings of guitar, but he won't tell. He doesn't know my secrets, of who I really love and dream about. Every morning, it's the same, I pray for a miracle.
Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
It kills me, to watch him. I see through, him; I see his wonderful eyes; I see him. Rosalie is beautiful, and it kills me, but I'll just be an ordinary beauty sister. I'll hide and bury my feelings, no one will know, will ever know. I watch him, and pray for a miracle, but if you asked me if, I love him; I'd lie. If he asked me ….