Games, changes and fears, when will they go from here?, when will they stop?. I belive that fate has brought us here and we should be together babe; But we're not. I play it off, but I'm dreaming of you, and I'll try to keep my cool, but I'm feeling.I try to say goodbye and I choke.Try to walk away and I stumble.Though I try to hide it, it's clear: My world crumbles when you are not here.I may appear to be free but I'm just a prisoner of your love. And I may seem all right and smile when you leave; but my smiles are just a front.
Here is my confession: May I be your possession?. Boy, I need your touch. Your love, kisses and such. With all my might I try, but this I can't deny.