You can be the peanut butter to my Jelly.
You can be the butterflies i feel in my belly.
You can be the captain and i can be your first mate.
You can be the chills that i feel on our first date.
You can be the hero and i can be your sidekick. 
You can be the tear that i cry if we ever split.
You can be the rain from the cloud when its storming. 
Or, you can be the sun when it shines in the morning.
Dont know if i could ever be without you cause boy, you complete me.
And in time i know that we'll both see that we're all we need. 
You can be the prince and i can be your princess.
You can be the sweet tooth and i can be the dentist.
You can be the shoes and i can be the laces.
You can be the heart that i spill on the pages. 
You can be the vodka i can be the chaser.
You can be the pencil and i can be the paper.
You can be as cold as the winter weather. 
But i dont care, as long as we're together.
You know that i will never doubt you. 
And you know that i think about you.
And you know i cant live without you.
I love the way that you smile. And maybe in just a while.
I can see me walk down the aisle. 
Cause your the apple to my pie. Your the straw to my berry. 
Your the smoke to my high, and your the one i wanna marry.
Cause your the one for me. And im the one for you.
You take the both of us, and we're the perfect two.
Baby me and you. We are the perfect two.
Too much words stuck in my heart.
Too stubborn that i refuse you to accompany me.
The future that i couldn't prove in time, 
where could it be waiting for me?
When secrets revealed by sincerity. 
When hurted, i completely understand.
Bring back memories and waiting.
Only you that impossible to replaced.
With you here, holding hands can give me warmth.
With you here, embracing you can give me courage.
If i could turn back time, 
with you here, i'll change all the things that you didn't like. 
With you here, ordinary becomes special.
With you here, regrets become bliss.
If life can start over, i'll be honest. 
And you will understand my love.

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