Let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight. I think that making up, faking up stories is alright. Tick tock, stop the clock, fiction is my thing.
There's a storm on the horizon. And for that I can't see the sun. For I'll keep a waiting on the pavement. For the ice cream van to come. . It's die hard hate to follow.
Confused desires since my teenage years. I'm the same homo my family fears. . For my blue eyed boy. There's a long distance longing. But behind closed doors, fantasies going on.