the
days collide, the nights divide
the
crashing waves will not subside
the
busy days get in the way
of
kisses that come out to play
yet
in-between the changing scenes
i
think about you constantly
too
many times temptations come
they
like the charm upon my tongue
but
i’m just me just being me
not
furniture for fantasy
it’s
not the ring of which i sing
without
love it don’t mean a thing
when
thoughts of you leave me undone
the
choice is just an easy one
to
me all else is in the way
a
detour that’s causing delay
cause
all i really want to do
are
all the moments i’m with you
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