<p>What if I lay here and sang every song I know?
Would you stay or would you go awayy?
I’m not much for conversation, I sing songs all day.
Guitar strumming words on the strings where I play.
Whisper me something, any style will do
Why won’t some secrets…just between me and you.
The sky is gray, my clouds are blue, theyre raining blue, the sun is the strangest blue…</p>
<p>-Jaymay</p>