When I'm old and grey
And live in a retirement home
I'll never forget the way I felt
When you were with me,
When you were just THERE,
To reach out a hand and comfort me
To gently touch my shoulder
To flash me a quick smile when I saw you
And most importantly,
To be my friend,
I'll tell all my retired buddies
About how you taught me to love
Without doing anything at all,
Without saying anything at all
Without being there to show me,
I'll tell them about the emotions that I felt, like
The happiness you made me feel inside,
The love that I will always feel
And the tears that I cried
When I found out...
There's something else you made me feel
Even though it may just be my delusional mind
Or my paranoid heart,
But you made me feel LOVED,
Even though you didn't love me,
And I felt LOVED because,
You were my friend,
And there always will be
A place for you in my heart,
Paranoid though it be,
And then when I'm on my deathbed,
I'll be happy once more
But unhappy at the same time
Because I'm finally leaving the confines of a paranoid heart
But I'm also leaving the confines
Of a smile I once called home,
So I'm happy yet sad,
Smiling, yet crying,
Shaking in fear and trembling with excitement at
The prospect of a whole new life in death,
And I feel loved, yet unloved...
And I'm so confused...
I guess this is the problem
With having a paranoid heart
Keeping you company
As you grow older.
