Obsessed with my emotions
you helped to unleash
trial after error then breakdown
after defeat
Many miles i've traveled
on these angry agressive feet
you on the other hand I thought
I thought was a special treat.
Thinking that there could be a future
Thinking too hard that is...
that you could've been somethiing
Someone with whom I could handled
my biz.
Have I been a saint, no.
Have I been there, for sure.
Have I stumbled or fell, yes.
Have I wondered when you would
finally get right, more or less.
From January to December, I keep
hoping.
From New Years to Christmas, I keep
praying...
Maybe one day during the year
My prince charming that I once knew
will appear
But as time goes on and my love for you
continues to fade
You will miss out on this love life
we could have made.