Lonely.
Who's there to hold me when i feel bad.

Who's gona be my guidance through out it all.
Who's gona catch me when i once again fall.
It is always you, oh you.
Like a tickleling feather,
running down my chest.
Like a true friend,
only trying to show her best.
But to me, there's more.
And im sorry if you don't feel that way.
But i do.
And that wont change,
just as the sky wont turn arround,
and fall down on you.
Step on your toes or,
slap you when you sleep.
It's that feeling,
of being alive.
It's that meaning,
of being alive.
Are you alive?
Do you live for the moment?
Touch me, feel me, hear me.
When i say.
I miss you.
I don't want to look back,
wondering what could have been.
You're the best thing,
that ever happened to me.
Oh you, it is always you.
My red red rose, you take me to the blue.
I can just simply say.
I love you.
(c) Martin Heleander
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