You know, my darling, I can't stand to sleep alone. No sweetheart in the dark to call my own. You're my own, you're my own, I can sing it, I can grow.
You know, my darling, I can't stand to sleep alone. No sweetheart in the dark to call my own. You're my own, you're my own, I can sing it, I can grow.
So sad to hear that you don't want to hang around with me. So lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that it's over. . 'Cause when you're weak I feel the need to get underneath your skin.
Feels like I'm on my feet again. Silver lined, equilibrium. And it starts with you, oh and it ends with me. . Feels like there is hope again. Some divine light found within, well, well, someday.
The deeper you get the more you sink into it. Faster you fall the more you crawl away from it. "We're Siamese at the knees", she said and were weighted.
It's easier to fall. When there's someone there to break it. It's easy to abuse. When there's someone there to take it. It's easier to smile. When you know that you can fake it.