I made my way to New York city To draw the routes of my self pity It's like I'm in my favourite film It's just a minor part but still It's like it's
Over to you yes its over to you Perfection was crossed and the world was anew You will be charged, but first I will laugh So refer to the past and I
I cant love you over here I cant see you it's not clear But when I'm alone Well I praise you up my dear Yes! It's not the ball to my embrace Though
Why, why should I start To fall short of the mark Cant see in the dark to say Ohoho Cant see what you see Or say what you mean You say it's not meant
Why should it take us such a long, long time? Why should we wait? How could we form a line? Well I'm not crying, but the face I'm in It sees indifference
You and I, the story of my goddamn life I cant describe the feelings I was meant to hide away from you but I spoke too soon and I cant help and I
I cannot remember the last time That you were not around and playing on my mind. Said I'm not about to let you go Without a little something off my mind
