Hello. I think a lot. Why are certain things thought, why do girls drive me crazy? Why do guys drive girls crazy?
There is the meaning of life then, which I will not discuss at this present juncture. Perhaps if I was a boy I would know, life is less complicated, faith comes more easily.
I dream of you a million times, sometimes I forget what makes a million. When I go for a swim I go searching for my sea. I wish I could snuggle up with you fish woman and go to work on your scales and fins.
Perhaps the volcano is you. Maybe the core is you? Many times is too many times, and I feel I am a shy little boy. You contain a mountainous character, you are confidant, and you take what you want. I hide under the bed; I lose myself in my head.
Contention convention. I see you angel face-- a drop of a dream.
Goodbye sweet you, I am tired, what to do?