In my tender zone
I watch the world pass by,
I crawl towards the moon to
find a love unknown,
yet cry out to the sky.
There are so many questions which remain unanswered and
left to linger,
I try being norma, maybe even mingle but
the people who get left behind seem
just like cigarette nibs, burning out in my ashtray.
A song brings back memories
A smell brings back memories
Laughter brings back memories...
will bring back today when
tomorrow is on its way.
'Put in what life takes out.'
Isn't that what this bitchis all about?
When just one dream takes out so much out of you how
do you find the strength to pull through?