And he said to me...
Your memory's a continues nark, that makes feel guilty in the hart, from all the times I pushed you away.
The world is full of liars, that make the awful fires, and without you I am the next victim.
Your amazing Pisces of art, stay in my memory and seem to lark, as I would kill to see them for real any day.
I see you in my imagination, that leaves me with a slight hesitation, that one day you might disappear.
Now my life's a narrow, and I feel I'v been hit by a dart, it fills me with all sorts of pain.
So I struggle everyday, but will never change my ways, so all the pride you have will come my way.
How many people can I take?
How many lives am I going to break?
Every day I die inside because I left you.
And I guess there's now other way to say this I love you.
