I'n standing at your door, there,
Yet i feel my soul's elsewhere,
Maybe you'll tell me how you care,
And once again this love we'll share.
Thinking crazy, loco, toro,
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow,
Standing here on the brink of sorrow,
Singing about hearts that we'll borrow
This feeling isn't hate,
I think you're still my mate,
Yet this, i begin to create,
Is spelling out our fate,
THis path leads me to the edge,
My sanity leaning off the ledge,
You grab at my hand, a sodden wedge,
Thrust at my behind hate's hedge.
I'm too scared of your regection,
That you'll pass on my affection,
For your love, I've no recollection,
Yet in my hand, love letter collection.
10/10 that how i rate,
that perfect date,
When we got back so late
That kiss at my gate.
I love you. |
