When all my thoughts are just on you?
I sit here and wonder how it would be,
If there still was a you and me.
I did all the crying,
As well as the prying,
Into the depths of my mind,
To see what was to find,
About my heart's desires,
That ignites all these fires,
That makes me want and crave,
And become your personal slave,
To do all your bidding,
Although you were probably just kidding,
When you said what matter most,
You could say I was toast.
Crystal Hayes 2002
