Rubbish... rubbish ... all rubbish I can tell!
The theory of love at first sight and the shivers at the sight of first love.
If my legs were made to walk... and my hands were made to swing.. why can't I swing u while I walk away?
Rubbish ...Rubbish.. all rubbish I can say....
The theory of wounds heal when the scars are re-opened with each apology u say.
If the heart was meant to beat and the handkerchief was meant to wipe ... why can't I beat you while I wipe ur tears away?!
Rubbish... Rubbish...all rubbish I can see.
The theory of disappointment and broken hearts...
If the eyes was meant for tears and history was meant for remembrance. . Why can't I tear u and remember u all the way.