Paper Mache.

They say love comes and goes and loves grows slow and I dont even know why and how I ran and fell so hard for you. and I dont know what I'm gonna do. Somehow I gotta come through and show you that I'm that kind of love for you. The kind that doesn't know where this is gonna go. That kind that meets up at your show. So I'll take this stress and you'll love my dress and we'll laugh screw the rest. but we wont know if we don't try ♥