"so what do you think of me now that you have seen who i really am?" |
Her blonde hair tied back
her head held up high...
Hiding from the world
hiding from love...
A hobo once licked my foot,
he said it tasted like cheese...
Dear boy, be careful of what you wish for
it just might come true...
How could i believe your lies
the smile, the game you play...
Never as though I have loved one soul
hearts turned to hearts, as all's lost control...
Standing there
looking into my eyes...
I guess i like you
but do i love you...
Remember me
When you've gone away...
Is there such thing as the edge of the world?
For that, we'll never know...
Music does not need lyrics to speak to us |
Our lives are controlled by those who refuse to love us. |
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. |