It might be my past.
I'm hoping it's my present
so I can make this last
Cause the star will shine bright
And always look new
And it's so far away
from your ideals
and you.
|Water, a pool |Deary, sugar, honey, baby |Putting it down |Lullaby in my head |It's too hard to think |You are always there |I can always say it |He's not there(title of poem) |She's not there(title of poem) |You wanna be the pure one |You haven't been there, have you?
