The object she has become
is just another play thing for some...
Can a wide open space
be too wide? too vast...
They talk about me as if they have already lived...
Already know my struggle...
Cuanto tiempo mas? ...
Se prepara una ultima cena en tu honor...
Loneliness fills my thoughts
As the quietness swept over my heart...
I
Fragments of words...
Smile is a short walk before it strays
losing bits of joy each day...
Heart-Shaped kisses blown my way
Smooth talker full of charm...
When the words run out.
And people grow leery...
So,She was like water
heating on a hot stove...
Every day is just a bad dream
I can never wake up...
I could never love you
Not the way I loved him...