i don't have ink. so i wrote here.
i don't have book. so i wrote here.
i don't have reason. so i wrote here.
When you do great,
When you’re doing fine,
Why would I weep?
When you cast a smile,
When you look funny,
Why would I cry?
When I already know you’re the best,
When I already notice you’re better than the rest,
Why would I want someone else?
When you smile at me,
When you laugh with me,
When you talk to me,
When you believe in me,
What else would make me smile?