Becca. 20. Baltimore
I believe in the sand beneath my toes,
The beach gives a feeling,
An earthy feeling,
I believe in the faith that grows,
And the four right chords can make me cry,
When I'm with you I feel like I could die.
And that would be all right,
It’s funny how you never think about the women you’ve had. It’s always the ones who get away that you can’t forget.