Is that just my world head over heels?
I am trying reach to fortune wheels.
I am hearing voices, don’t like the tone.
Reason I can’t put finger on.
One grabs my hand and says-“Let’s go”.
Its turning point, I can’t say- “No”.
His lips keep moving, but I can’t hear.
My faith has vanished in pack of beer.
I want to hear tonight sweet chello.
And I don’t care if cab’s not yellow
A naked Cupid aimed his arrow.
And this huge crowd became so narrow.
He struck me spiteful right in my heart.
I beg to spread my wings, you say it’s hard.
You corner pieces of my puzzled life.
You’re apple of my eye, that won’t see knife.
I can’t forget, you said that I am” that type”.
If you meant that I am blond, it’s just stereotype.
Well this is it, let’s see relation summary.
You can take everything, except my memory. |
