I keep intending to tell you I been lonely much too long. And some morning you will wake up and find the note that says I'm gone. I've tried so long to say I'm moving to greener pastures down the line.
If I could again be a little girl still clinging to mom's apron strings. I'd fall in love only with my toys that my daddy every weekend would bring. I'd live in a world of just make believe and I'd never come close to reality.