The way your hair hangs down it hides away your face, For you it's perfect, but it seems like such a waste. And when I see you sliding past I make my plans, And then my plans slip through my fingers just like sand.
I wish that life could be just like a photograph, One moment captured as you laugh your perfect laugh. But that's a daydream, things could never be so right, There's so much more to think about than black and white.
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