While sitting here I think of ways
I may have done you wrong,
but by and by on dreary days
you tell me I belong.

You say my fears are paranoid
and naught but love I share,
but who am I to what I'm-
afraid I just don't care...

Through all my hopes and brittle dreams
of friendships lasting years...

I don't know if I'll e're know more
than
imaginary tears