Hello.
I am your obsessor.
I am your splendor.
your secret lover.
Look into my eyes and see all different colors.
Touch your hand to my heart,
and peel away all the different covers.
And we find our selves on a new day,
wishing eachothers eyes cried,
and never dried.
Picking and prodding different hints,
like dark crows scrounging for food on a moistend street,
even in the boiling heat.
Because we havn\'t forgotten,
and our memories havn\'t gone rotten.
And all the days I speat looking into your eyes,
it\'s too bad we had to say our goodbyes.
But I hope that goodbye isn\'t a lie,
because I\'m not afraid to say I miss you,
and I\'m not afraid that you know.
Because I trust your words,
\"together,
under the mistletoe.\"
