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They say, love at first sight, isnt real,
they say it only happens in fairy tales.

But you told me, you fell in love,
the day you met me.
The day, your eyes first laid upon me,
was the day, your heart belonged to me.

The day, love at first sight,
happened in real life.

I walked into the church, for the 1st time,
you saw me walking towards you.
I came to see a christmas play,
and support a few friends on stage.
Even though it was a real bad day.

I sat down in front of you,
and you tapped me on the shoulder,
and asked for my name, and for who i came.
I told you, and i said, im here for a couple of friends.
And suprisingly, they where yours as well.

I turned back around, and sat by myself.
cause you where too afraid, to sit by me.
Too shy, to talk, to shy to listen,
but you where brave enough to ask, for my name.

You laughed and asked me, why i was all wet,
i smiled and said the rain.
You blushed and said, you forgot, it was storming outside.
I laughed, and turned back around, keeping all to my self.
Cause i had a bad day, but i promised id stay for the play.

I was wearing a christmas sweater, over my tank top, my necklaces
tucked benith the cloth.
A pair of gray skinnny jeans on my legs, the ones, you soon started to hate.
Cause there was no back pockets.
I had a knife, tucked inside my shoe,
cause that was the day, i wanted to run away.
Run away, to let myself escape,
my bad day.

The day, where i got yelled at, and threated too.
I had enough of it, and wanted to go away.
I wanted to fly, to the sky, and sit by Gods side.
So i brought my knife, and thought about ending life.

But 1st i had to go, to the play, and support
my friends today.
I went, i sat, i had a few laughs, and you fell in love,
that day.
Something stoped me, from going away.
It mit have been the preacher, it mit have been my friends,
it mit have been God saying its not time yet,
or it could have been you, meeting me,
and beliveing, in love again.