Stupid's stuck on useless
Thoughts, diluting
The essence of your presents
Because your presence
Has been replaced by your absence.
Absent minded I
Now hate the fact that flight
Is an impossibility
Because if possible than we
Would not have to worry
About when, again, we can meet.
I would fly to you
And follow through
With the promise that persists
To this day, that I would live
To one more time, with you, share a kiss.
Nothing is worth anything if there is no risk.
Would not have to worry
About when, again, we can meet.
I would fly to you
And follow through
With the promise that persists
To this day, that I would live
To one more time, with you, share a kiss.
Nothing is worth anything if there is no risk.
