When you were younger. And not as cold and angry. Girl in the summer. Leaving the blues in baby there. . That I remember. . And then you're losing. Nobody tells you.
Like a paper in the wind. Blowing since I don't know when. Ever since the child was born. Holding on to something warm. . Somebody to love. Somebody that you can depend on.
When I talk to people that I meet casually. I can't help but think of their hostility. Ooh, that's not me, ooh, that's not you. . While I was still in school my teachers are telling me.