I wake hearing the
Dog scratch, but I hope its you
Turning the door ****
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU
ARE THINKING AND IT'S KILLING
ME, but I don't mind.
The morning you woke
Up and kissed me is the reas-
on I won't give up.
You make me feel like
A seventeen year old girl.
It's good to feel, though.
I'd be happy you're
Home, but instead of my fail-
ures, I think of you.
You are a vampire.
When you are near me, you drain
Me of all I am.
I wish I played an
Instrument, so I could make
You feel how I feel.