I can see you now,
Sitting on my finger...

I see two people I've known from the beginning;
Two people I've known since my eyes opened...

I know you're making changes,
I can see them in your every move...

It's only when the sun light blooms,
My mind is attacked and surrendered...

In a room by myself,
Pictures of me on a shelf, I want...

I guess what they say is a true story,
That I am a stubborn broken little girl...

I heard them say that she's a weird girl,
I heard them say that she a funny one...

Love you I love you,
Ohh, Yes, Yes I do...

Driving down high-way north-71 solo,
It's just me thinking with myself...

I think I love you,
I think I want you...

I was thinking to myself a while ago,
That I think I miss you...

I no longer write for a one-person audience
with stories behind the words...