This girl is a complete mystery.
But now all we are is history.
Each time I think I've figured her out,
She will turn me aside when I reach out.
Ive played the fool too many times,
Endlessly spouting love-filled rhymes.
But what I never realized
Is the girl that I idealized
Was indeed too good to be true.
I cant seem to get through to you.
And now I have found out that all alond,
I was listening to the same old song.
And now is when I need honesty;
Do you still believe in you and me?
I love her.
And even though she has gone home, it's like she's still here, right next to me.
I can still feel the soft caress of her lips against mine, and every time I close my eyes, I see her gazing back at me. The subtle, lingering scent of her that she left in my clothes is always there, serving as a constant reminder of her.
I love you, Brianna Shihadeh.
Like Christmas without snow,
Like a present without a bow,
Like living in a world without art,
I can't help feeling I'm missing a part.
I'm telling you from my heart
We can go back to the start.
And this time we'll do it right.
Unless you want, I won't bite.
The flame of love is still within our sight,
And I won't ever let go of that light.
Now you may still maintain that I'm wrong,
But I say together we belong.
Because this isn't just some line
I wrote to try to make you mine,
Every word I have said is true
All I want for Christmas is you.
There's nothing that I'd like more than
Hearing your voice Christmas mornin'.