I must be crazy now. Maybe I dream too much. but when I think of you. I long to feel your touch. To whisper in your ear. Words that are old as time. Words only you would hear.
The earthly sensation. Feeling of elation. It's hard to believe you're gone. . My memory won't bend. I need to be your friend. I know I've been wrong too long.
Johnny was a peculiar guy. Brough up on love and the reasons why. but the reasons why ought not to be said. and so I'm left hands held to my head. . I love you.