Damn drain from my head to my toes of every feeling I can store.
I’m a little sore for being awake and thinking of you more.
More desperate to feel that love I know is very hard to keep in door.
Losing hope as time passes more and more to hold you in my arms, oh lord.
Lucky for some nights which made realized how it will be to have you.
Making love to Hitler it seems when I’m like a capitalistic Jew.
Many experiences in both our souls but never complains but few.
Sex is not love and loving you made me submit to you with true.
You can use me anytime if there is a full moon and It find us boo.
I wish it would have been different but you know I have issues, I do.
I never been able to take my heart and give it to anyone too.
But you are the one who can reach it can you feel me, the ones of the few.
What can we ask for, when we know what the future holds and is not us.
Boss in the world of cyber junk and managing stores but we missed the bus.
I like you and you do too I hope, but we are just making pus.
Maybe we should keep up until we make it happen or until dusk.
