Stop.
I don’t think.
I never think,
that’s my trouble,
torpedoing into trouble,
that wraps itself around me,
choking the life out of me, and all the dreams I once had.
I dream of you and the things you might say,
but you stop,
and so do I.
Stop.
I don’t think.
I never think,
that’s my trouble,
torpedoing into trouble,
that wraps itself around me,
choking the life out of me, and all the dreams I once had.
I dream of you and the things you might say,
but you stop,
and so do I.
