it's hard to believe, where we are now. your hand in mine, babe, feels right somehow. the night is so still so don't make a sound. cause its almost perfect, baby so, promise you"ll never look down. -nick jonas
I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie.