don't ask me.
9:20 p.m. - 2001-04-11
to be you for just a little while.
i'd like to know what makes you tick,
why you say the things you say.
you look so beautiful over there,
an angel up close.
so light, so free,
so unlike me.
i ought to end this fascination
but your laughter is soft music
i ought to end this fascination
but your eyes are like gems
i ought to end this fascination
but your presence is a warm summer's breeze.
i should.
i can't.
i won't.