It's not about the collective
or about you and I
None of this is subjective
Sorrow is like smoking
But at least it's protective
so I begin looking
for a place to protect me
I'm falling down.. tumbling again
tumbling all over you again...
Does my heartfelt silence
make you frustrated
in the same way your
indecisiveness makes me agitated?
I am blue
suffocating from
a lack of you.
So if anyone
makes me feel true
in my moments of gloom
I will cherish that fool.