02/04/2009 - First verse, revise, and rehearse
You make me feel like my voice has meanin’
Decomposing the words to reconstruct the reason
Like snow to trees in this bitter winter season
I’ll shroud you in doubt and illustrate my treason
and I wish I had a little window
One with which to pull your heart into
I think I need self help books
Just to get me through the day
and even after reading I have even less to say
So break free of this life of mine
So break free and feel the warm summer shine
So break free and tell me do you have the time?
I just want to I just want to get a chance to sign
on the dotted line
to show you my seriousness
that lacks common sense
So break free of this life of mine
So break free and feel the warm summer shine
So break free and tell me do you have the time?
