Tell me once that you love me, love me. Tell me lies that you'll call but I know you won't. I know you don't. All you want is to meet discretely. To make sure you don't still love me.
You say you think you can help me. Think of me as someone who bleeds. Well I never told you to love me. That's your sort of greed. I can make my own decisions.
"Mary is an angel," says a 5-year old's wide eyes. "You are the oldest person I've ever seen,". Mary sighs. "These are the wings I made you so you can fly.
You and I for so many years. It's just not that easy to pack up the tears and the pain. And forget. We just can't end it when I'm not through with it yet.
Well I know your life has been hard. I see it in your eyes and I feel it in your heart. When your eyes move down to the floor. And your mouth changes shape, and your voice sounds sore.
I went to high school with that kid. He was even strange back then. The type whose eyes don't leave the floor. Blend in with the cement. . Well, I felt so bad for that kid.
don't tell her that I drink tea and not coffee. I'd prefer if you didn't talk at all about me. even in a brief casual chat. don't tell her how I loved your smile, or things like that.
This is cold and dark, this place. You are broken, what will replace. The hole that has been dug here. Emptiness left where. Once I was so aware. Aware of you.
Well the sky might fall and I'm Chicken Little yelling. While I am floating out to sea. Well I am tugging at your ear for some attention. Don't you give a damn about me?.