Wish I could say it breaks my heart
Like you did in the beginning
It's not that we grew apart
A nightingale no longer singing
Its something I know you can't do
Separate sex with emotion
I sleep alone, the sun comes up
You're still clinging to that notion
I never thought my memory
Of what we had could be intruded
But I couldn't let it be
I needed it as much as you did
Now its not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right
What exactly is the problem that you need help with? That he's not wearing weaves, high heels and bags, so he must a self-loather and you're scared that you're wasting your time with him?
