Why do you have such power over me? Why do you make me feel the way I do when I see you? Your face, your hair, and smiles make me feel like I could run a million miles.

I promise myself I'll be behave when you arrive. But I never seem to keep those promises alive. Maybe it would be best if I were locked away some where dark where I couldn't get in your way.

If I could have just one more thing. Take it out of world and sing. It would be for your face and hair and smiles to be with me as I walk those lonely miles; to fall into the dark woth you and survive and make promises to you and keep them alive.

I want to love again, and to feel it back. I want to have to power and give it back. I want your world and your smiles and I want to give the same back.