i won't become a gentle was when present turns to slow past is all we want is gentle touch and i just wanted to be his so wish upon a Northstar song can heal much more than words he holds you and he loves you so it comes right back to haunt you and follows and creeps, tortures and taunts you and memories they cut and bleed but nothing makes them step, recede you know he knew when you said "me" for words like this on bended knee make nightly sacrificing plea to him and all his misery and beauty blue for heart was true but no one knew except for you yes, no one knew except for You... + oh goodness, why am i so melancholy?