I should live in Loserville,
with my crooked smile.
My broken heart,
My disadvantage.
My confused expression.
My legs wobble when I walk and my feet step all over each other.
My hands are clumsy.
My thoughts are reckless.
Yeah, I belong in Loserville,
where I will fit right in.
But then I'll look around and feel un-special,
because I have no crown in a Loser's town.
Him:
I walk into Loserville only to find,
the girl with crooked smile.
I'll put my hands on her cheeks to move them into the shape of a smile.
Her heart broken expecting to pick up the pieces,
rather I give you mine.
With every disadvantage there's that one reason to fight for.
I'll spin you in circles only to make you laugh.
You almost fall and you step on your feet, i will catch you.
I grab a hold of your hands and you stop shaking.
I met this girl in Loserville,
She belongs with me.
I guess the only crown she'll ever have is in my world.
Me:
I met this guy in Loserville.
He made my smile genuine.
He gave me his whole heart and I hold it very dear.
He gave me the world, span me in circles,
caught me with his charm and made me fall in love.
I met this guy in Loserville.
He's my everything. <3
And more <33
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