with a soft whisper i mentioned you in a drunk conversation, then leaned back forgetting willing to forget but also always remembering you, On how you look at me and how i looke you up and down, and lately i confessed i dont want to be used but i dont want to be love for all the wrong reasons, Here i bleed all the thing si couldnt tell another. I spoke to loud and now i want to walk away and forget it all as a tear some how escapes my eye.. i get lost again..days past and wasted thought on you build me up once again.. and its doesnt matter what you do and how you do it i will always love you and with a whisper in my scream i will never let it all go. it is surreal and im willing to tell you that i see the door way of some many different ideals.. and yes i want to be that compelete.. I see the heat in your eyes why must i always run , run for that old familar door way so there i go putting that same old pity on me and each moment slips.. and ig et so tired of all the same things.. I look to these times with you to keep me alive and those old butterflies return as i drink this glass of wine..