it will come, the change,
it always does
strap in, hold on

you are never alone my son when seemingly on your own
its when in company you are at your loneliest
and come back tainted somewhat by your forage into the world

I used to carry writings
for her in my wallet
but now it is as devoid of poetry
as it is of money.

I'm doing much better now.
Smile more.

I can walk by a radio playing
Slow music without

Speeding up. "...I wish nothing
But the best

For you..." Still, perhaps weekly, 
My thoughts touch upon that

Tiny, little loveborn mistake
We made; how we cried together

Over the decision we came to, and
I sit down behind a corner with

My head in my hands and regret
That we -back then- decided not

To keep
It.

what it takes
to be happy in love,

what's the key to a bond for long,

i still don't know
i'll never know

how it's held for years strong.

if you ask me
what it takes
for a lasting relation,

what's the key to take it along,

i still don't know
i'll never know

how to make love survive that long.

if you ask me
what it takes
for the love to survive,

what's the mystery for two hearts to gel,

i still don't know
i'll never know

how to make love long dwell.

if you ask me
what it takes
to win in love success,

what's the way to love that far,

i still don't know
i'll never know

how i got love-struck by her.