Hate to be leaving. I'm tired of making sense of all. All the ways in which you say. What I'm needing. Caught inside this empty room. Just remember now.
I have to tell you again but nothing seems to change the way you feel. And now I have to make a connection every day, a door to door appeal. . Cause all your friends will tell you what they want you to hear.
You could have anything and take it to flight. Words you'll be relishing forever in time. It's all I could think about, it's all that I could see. Now that your not around with me, with me.