Blur
I have nothing to say, nothing worthy to convey,
Sometimes it feels like I'm the villain of my own play.
When I met you, life seemed worth living each day,
Our connection is intoxicating, I must say.
I ponder drawing closer to you, without delay,
Fearful of the hurdles that may block our way.
The path ahead is long,...
Sometimes it feels like I'm the villain of my own play.
When I met you, life seemed worth living each day,
Our connection is intoxicating, I must say.
I ponder drawing closer to you, without delay,
Fearful of the hurdles that may block our way.
The path ahead is long,...