RumorPeyton;

17. female. everyone is a carbon copy of somebody else.

AlmostLover;

Your fingertips across my skin

The palm trees swaying in the wind images

You sang me spanish lullabies

The sweetest sadness in your eyes clever trick

Well i’d never want to see you unhappy

I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye my almost lover

Goodbye my hopeless dream

I’m trying not to think about you

Can’t you just let me be?

So long my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do