Make me Believe...
Make me believe that the butterflies in my stomach are real. I know... I know I deserve better, but I want better to be you. I want to like you, if you give me the chance to. If you give me something worth loving I'll take it and run with it. I chose you. Or maybe you chose me. We chose each other. Don't make me regret it.
I am young, and still trying to figure this adult thing out. I come from a West Indian household, and my life has been a series of unexpected events, like most.