One that lays
one that sorrows...

To the day they lay eyes
the day they hold...

*Making love to a friend*
You were always so perfect to me...

I see you
but you don't see me...

One girl
one guy...

The thought of you,
makes me weep...

The tension
the grip...

You hit
your fault...

A woman with know touch
know feeling whats so ever...

The face in the mirror
the unsatisfied feeling...

To me you are,
To me you make me weep...