Selfish to assume I read about you Or maybe that's an act Of three parts And I have seen my last two Yet with the curtain closing slowly I am peaceful, but pained To see that I will not breath yours to the end
a feeling you can't quite describe with a person you only just met but feel like you've known for all your life with the uncertainty of a certainty of a caring nature that just makes love easy you want it to go right and it's going right
Id like to hang from a tree Like a monkey With a carefree philosphy
But the roots lie dead at the tree And I wonder what I'll be When death gives its final decree And we turn over a new leaf so its led to believe Because all i see is a painful plea but do i believe? I guess that's what stops my sleep