You won't notice me. I'll be leaving my mark. Like intials carved in an old oak tree. You wait and see. . Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote. Maybe I'll paint like VanGough.
You will notice me. I'll be leaving my mark. Like initials carved. On an old oak tree. Just wait and see. . Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote. Maybe I'll paint like Van Gogh.
Caution's in the wind. The hardest part is through. You don't have to try so hard. To make me fall for you. . I've surprised myself. With what I've gone and done.