Cliche’
Just as i tried to speak the language,
every line seems to be garbage,
the kind of girl i thought i could manage,
cheesy works only admired in fantasies,
hoping one simple smile could be a part of me,
things didnt went as i plotted to be,
pages in this fairytale seen randomly,
not the excitment I’ve spotted to seek
some scenes haven’t reached its peak,
now holding you seems so bleak,
