etoiles

There are a lot of questions I was going to ask you. some that used to run through my mind every day, and some that still are up till now. There are a lot of things I need to tell you. Some are sweet, some are lemonade. There are a lot of things I wanna do for you. And what I mean by a lot is terribly a lot. I put a lot of hope in you. I used to. deeply, I still do. I write letters I never send. I have dreams I never share. I keep secrets I never spill. I have songs I never get to sing.  Well, never mind. Those won't come out now. never. Let them be in my tiny little footlocker. Together with my handwriting in a paper where you can see three big fat words shouting out loud.

A few questions that I need to know How you could ever hurt me so? I need to know what I've done wrong And how long it's been going on Was it that I never paid enough attention? Or did I not give enough affection? Not only will your answers keep me sane But I'll know never to make the same mistakes again You can tell it to my face Or even on the phone You can write it in a letter Either way, I have to know Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way, I'm going out of my mind All the answers to my questions, I have to find