Simple eys, no not mine.
But imagine the difference of the child's life of nothing but dreaming.
All the while I sit hoping to feel that again.
After all, I was once there before.
So he smiles at the girls.
Plucks one out like a flower.
Thinking maybe I've found something here.
But the night rose away and the girl never mentioned.
She is passive and defensive asking questions.
"How many girls have you had?"
Now I dont mean to step across the line.
But at the same time I need to know if you'll be on my side.
And do you know what it means for me to sleep up in your bed?
Each time hoping this is something.
But it seems to be no different from a meal you've made.
My lonely friend I can't keep doing this.
I'm sorry his has to be the end.
How can you think so hard and have so many rules?
When life is nothing but a puzzle board.
A picture that we move.
Listen!
Which the pieces and the world to push together boys and girls.
And if you think that you can stick together.
But if you don't try to push too hard.
Then we'd have to part and never fit with anyone.
Freedom is forever.
Never to be the same.
As your freedom turns to loneliness.
Saying it wasn't supposed to be this way.