Your far away like the distance between me and the moon
I do love gazing at beautiful things, What hurt lies in that hobby
Shy hands and weak expressions, false words leaving more than a fair amount of repercussions
The lasting memories, the last time I chanced you in my mind, you were near...
Your were a sensation at once, A phenomenon I could not explain, as you were something unexplainable
That day, that night, that time, those words... forever inscribed on the wall of my mind
I suffer a pain thinking of you but not all pain is hard to bare, So I suppose a bit of regret is fine
Thinking of you in my spare time as to somehow dream a fantasy were things were not as they seem
Foolishness... but we were all fools at one time
Can you understand the feeling of another as they do you when words and feelings are at a lost?
Are the lies and true intentions visible or does the truth confuse you
Well I wonder the same thing myself, when I think of you...
