I was once in possession of a proclivity and a proficiency in pronouncement of emotions and feelings through a particular verbosity. A pride in my personally published perceptions, my promulgating of my own pensivity.
It seem’s that as of late I’m somehow incapable of expressing what I mean.
But. I can say this with assurance. It’s extremely hard to accomplish something you do no wish to be accomplished.
Listen to this until you understand. And you will know my soul.
Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby, I know.
And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
And those bright blue eyes
Can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you.
All ’cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you
So I think it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it……..
…..The way you held me so tight
All through the night
‘Til it was near morning
‘Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you
All ’cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you
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