What I'm about to say is so not me It's nothing I want It is nothing I feel But somewhere deep inside It kinda feels real. Im sitting on the porch of my house I'm watching everyone pass by I'm watching everyone with someone laughing as they go like there is no sorrow of which they know I watch everyone pass by my front porch happy laughing But I, sitting all alone don't weep Cause with me I have my old deep-tales where two lovers meet Deep in the abandoned trails Under the bright blue sheet Their love, stronger than the hail. Believe it or not, That's all I need. And I don't seem to know why After walking step by step towards their first "Hi!" My imagination does not exceed After the meeting, and the love One stays and One always turns away... and leaves.
