Da Second Week Of Deer Camp
I really gonna miss it
your hand holding mine
I really want to kiss it
your mouth close to mine
you really can't deny it
our love is almost dead
your hands are slipping away, slipping away
but i'll stay
it was my fault to say it was love
but it was also your mistake
to pretend it was
it's gonna be my turn
to change the track we're on
it's gonna be so right to see
that we were wrong
and now I'm living the way you want
this is not the way it used to be
and now I want to choose my own way
to me I've got to go free
But I can't...
I'm really gonna miss you and your beautiful face
I really want to kiss it but that would be a waste
I want to be with you altough that's not true
after all, i want to know what you're going to do
and now I'm living the way you want
this is not the way it used to be
and now I want to choose my own way
to me I've got to go free
But I can't...
you gonna have to take me, for who I'm realy am
you gonna have to tell me, so I can understand
we both have to it admit it, our love is almost dead
we're gonna have to face it, all teard have been shed
Writer/s: Jim DeCaire / Joe Potila
