Our first and last love is self-love I wanted you to be just like me more like me than I am like me I wanted you I hope d that you would be waiting for me and I was waiting for you you never said you missed me I wanted you to say that you missed me you left you know where to find me those are my words and I wonder if you will ever find me I'll ever find me ¿ underneath my bed is a man that I don't ever want to see again because he hurts me he's a boy not a man not a man in the mirror is a face that I don't ever want to see again because he hurts me god is dead, mister had to be to rise again perspective, mister that's your perspective like white light breaks up in a prism I wanted you more than I want myself more than I want myself Return to selections from i through x |