Wake up in Tokyo, Feel like a torso But know it’s time to go I see Pinocchio, Wearing a poncho This me some time ago Do I miss myself Do I miss your face I don’t know I don’t know
Life is a word, That sometimes you cannot say And ash is a thing, That someday we all should be When tomorrow comes, How different it’s gonna be Why do love and hate, Sound just the same to me
I can’t sleep, homesick Babe, I just wanna Stop right next to you If I could choose My dream I just wanna Stop right next to you
i am not too much to handle i am who i am and i will not be forgiving of that and if that is too much for someone then they don’t have a place in my life!
the right people will not make me feel like my energy drains them the right people will appreciate my presence and reciprocate it fully!