You know the feeling of something half remembered. Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well. You know the feeling of recognizing someone.
Just look for sunshine. To burn in full time. To be filled with hatred. For the time I've wasted. And I'm so impatient. For a new sensation. . God knows what I thought I'd do.
So this is love, or so you tell me. As you're walkin', out the door. The months go by, and I know for certain. It's not the love, I'm lookin' for. . Some times, just for a moment,.
So here we go. It's making me sick again. She's beautiful. Yeah she will be in your most perverted dreams. So, let it go. Or take it to the next level.