I want to hold you, touch you
all through out the day...

Did the wind blow pass your shoulders
did it almost blow you away...

I searched for a man of genius
of that, that exceeded my own...

The stress had been mounting for weeks
And it had all got on top...

Was the first time not enough
though i was hurt deep inside...

Red buses line the street
as far as the eye can see...

In the damp, soggy soil,
With still a wetness in the air...

To get my soul back
I'd do many things...

Standing here in this puddle of mud
i realized my biggest fear...

Sights and sounds to boggle the mind
hiding things somewhere that you can't find...

I wish my body, resembled the way i feel
if it did, you'd feel pity, and slip me the pill...

I don't want to love or be loved
I'd rather just be left alone...