One hundred years from now It will not matter what kind of car I drove, What kind of house I lived in, How much money I had in my bank account, Nor what my clothes looked like. But one hundred years from now The world may be a little better Because I was important In the life of a child.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Joe and Stella
There's a storm coming up
And I gotta prepare myself
'Cause this feeling is getting stronger everyday
Something's creeping inside
Everything is about to change
Gotta face the fact that I can't walk away
This is critical, I'm feeling helpless
So hysterical, this can't be healthy
I can't eat or sleep when you're not with me
Baby, you're the air I breathe
This is critical, yeahh
So stuck on you
Used to have everything figured out
But it's different now
When you came, you saw
You conquered my heart
It's your laugh and your smile
Wanna stay for a little while
I don't wanna go
I just want you in my arms
This is critical, I'm feeling helpless
So hysterical, this can't be healthy
I can't eat or sleep when you're not with me
Baby, you're the air I breathe
This is critical, yeahh
So stuck on you
Used to run and hide
Used to bend our love
But I can't escape this time,
Ohnooo...
This is critical, I'm feeling helpless
So hysterical, this can't be healthy
I can't eat or sleep when you're not with me
Baby, you're the air I breathe
This is critical, yeahh
Baby, it's so critical
Baby, it's so critical
It's so critical
So stuck on you
-Nick Jonas
And I do wish Joe and Stella would get together. ;)
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