I feel so old, I feel dead inside
But I'm so young I know I've got time
its all become a routine with me
You would come by and purr like a cat
I'd play the guitar and you'd scratch my back
You were all I thought that I knew that I'd want
Thats alright
head over heels is the way that we fell
To bad when we feel it was right into hell
Now I've learned how to tell the mark of the beast
It took you three months to agree on a date
And if you heard this song it'd bring a smile to your face
If I told you how I felt, you'd think that you won
Thats alright
Thats alright, because nobody's won
If I could forget your soul
Forget the way that you feel
forget how you look at me, it'd be all right
If I never see you again
If we'd never met
If I never thought you were something special
it'd be alright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem