We’re walking through it.
Rehearsing the way we talk,
The way we walk,
The way we laugh.
But I keep saying the wrong lines
Getting lost beside you –
Lost in your quirky smile.
Your deep eyes
Could see right through me,
But I don’t think I can wait.
Because its not rehearsals –
It’s my life.
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