The Feeling Of You And Me
I sit and I think about what used to be;
that feeling of what belonged…you and me.
Tears start to prick at my eyes as little birds
sing in the bright blue skies;
their song unravels a beautiful note
that does not compare to how I dote.
And again my tears threaten to fall,
but I know your not worth it not at all.
So why am I honestly feeling so down?
I should be walking head held high feet on the ground!
But instead I’m stuck here dreaming;
wishing about the things that won’t come into being!
My head in the sky like a girl living a beautiful lie,
a beautiful lie that no one can understand.
A lie that is something so short of hand!
And I sit thinking about what used to be;
that feeling of what belonged…you and me.
But again it’s a lie nothing more nothing less.
But it makes my heart sing like your seductive caress.
that feeling of what belonged…you and me.
Tears start to prick at my eyes as little birds
sing in the bright blue skies;
their song unravels a beautiful note
that does not compare to how I dote.
And again my tears threaten to fall,
but I know your not worth it not at all.
So why am I honestly feeling so down?
I should be walking head held high feet on the ground!
But instead I’m stuck here dreaming;
wishing about the things that won’t come into being!
My head in the sky like a girl living a beautiful lie,
a beautiful lie that no one can understand.
A lie that is something so short of hand!
And I sit thinking about what used to be;
that feeling of what belonged…you and me.
But again it’s a lie nothing more nothing less.
But it makes my heart sing like your seductive caress.