Oh
I've said it all before, so there's really no point in spilling my heart one more useless time. I dreamed I could fly, if just on a plane. So I flew away from lies; I flew away from games. I flew to your house. I flew to your arms. It did me no good, but it did me no harm. So we talked and we laughed, and we laughed and we talked, and we both learned so much, I think we were shocked.
But all dreams have to end, and eventually they do. It's like having your soul ripped right out of you. I don't want to be some kind of machine that makes up these songs instead of living. I want to be your friend. I want to be your love. I want to be your anything. I want to be your everything.
