I've been watching you for ages. You're like a boat without a mast. Struggling with the tide of destiny. Between the future and the past. . I am the lighthouse.
Girl afraid. Where do his intentions lay?. Or does he even have any?. . She says. "He never really looks at me. I give him every opportunity". . In the room downstairs.
I've always thought of you as my brick wall. Built like an angel, six feet tall. Six feet tall. . And when you go away, I start to weep. You're too expensive girl to keep.
It's not the way that you would listen. Or the way you comb your hair. It is the fact that you are missing. How I feel when you're not there. . I went through all the months of January.