I am wanting. I am wanting. I am wanting. I am wanting. I am wanting. I am wanting. I am left wanting and I am alone.
His want does not compare to mine. His want is trivial. Mine is like wanting water to drink so that I might live and only having a cup of my own urine. I can only survive a few days like this.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying As your mouth moves with mine soft and sweet Rings of flowers 'round your eyes and I love you For the rest of your life |