By Arcassin Burnham
That your palms lay cold on my forehead,
Is there somewhere you belong,
Is there a place in my heart,
I longed for the day that you'd tell me...
...that this is right where it begins,
Knowing damn well it all starts within,
Or turn tables,
Noones talking about furniture,
Can we at least pretend like we're in love,
Can't you see it's murder,
Tell me all your secrets,
Tell me all your secrets, I'll just notify the reason,
But this is just too decent,
Not different from what you done is recent,
I wanna be your guide,
I mean your guy,
Do tell she said.
..be gental okay.