Her sorrow doubled. Sense and taste the pain of her own confusion and his.
She felt his sorrow, the blues, the hopes and expectation that poured in to the song.
Every words are devoted. But he missed his aim.
How they sat down together and waiting for nobody knows how long, and still ironically she missed the aim.
Confusingly, resignedly asking of when will 'it' changes.
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you
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