I dreamed about you again last night. You never have the same face twicebut I always know it s youand you re always looking better than you really do. Than you really do. And I walk around the whole next day feeling like I ve still got something to say. But I don t know what it isand I don t know how to reach you even if I did. Even if I did. Do I wanna hear that you forgive me? Do I wanna hear you re no good without me? Am I big enough to hear that you never even even think about me? Why should you ever think about me? And I thought that I d outgrow this kind of thing. Tell mearen t we supposed to mature or something? I haven t found that yetis this as grown-up as we ever get? Maybe this is as good as it gets. And years may go bybut I think the heart remains a child. The mind may grow wisebut the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child. I think the heart remains a child. Why don t you love me? Why don t you love me? Why don t you love me? |
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