Have I
 ever told you before
 I think you're beautiful when
 you're sleeping?
 I have faith you watch me in
 my slumber, too.
 If I'm
 all that you're looking for,
 tell me,
 why is there a river streaming
 down your face?
 Sometimes makes me wonder
 all about your
 love.

 After some time
 it's something i find [bad word]  Love's
 not a grave, it won't decay
 on you.
 Too many days I was afraid
 of love.

 What
 if nothing is just that and
 suffering's the only thing we're good
 at?
 Dreamning, picture that
 a whole world in a slumber.
 But don't get
 too attatched to the living,
 even every single memory's
 fleeting.
 That's a fact, being torn
 asunder.
 But to my suprise, no reason
 why, one day i woke
 up and realized.

 Give it to me,
 love. I'll keep you in my focus
 with love and affection