You got me. You got me real good. For some reason I needed to understand why you felt so misunderstood. And now I know. I searched, I dug. And what did I find? Love, a drug. And I wish it wasn’t. I might have a chance then. I could find a way to deal or at least pretend. […]
I do so apologize when I said I believe in you. You see, what I meant was that I believe in the piece of you who also believes in me. I wish it was all of you, all of you that believed in me, but I can’t pretend to believe in what I can no longer see.
Man, Mr. Man I believe you can. Try just try, no need to cry. And if you do then do, it’s done. I’m still your two and you my one.
My eyes tell all, they tell my tale, my tale is told, through me behold.