I become exhausted of myself,
see that’s the curse.
I can’t hold my own attention so what hope is there
that I can hold someone else’s?
the sun is magnificent
but eventually you learn of the predictability
in its rising.
The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you, And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you