This is always in the back of my head, kicking my thoughts


A part of you will always be reserved to her


Looking at you from afar
Wondering how it would be to touch you
Wondering how she touched you before
And being afraid to stroke you the wrong way

I wonder if it's the words you say
Of the words you write
That are the ones I should trust
I'd like to believe you're telling me the truth
and that your pencil is the liar

For all I know I'm the one you love
But a part of you will always be reserved to her
I don't know if she's got front row seats
Let's open our eyes and take a look, shall we?

You say you love me
And yes I think you do
But I know you love her too
I can't help but to feel jealous, like I always seem to

I know you're here next to me
It's my hand you hold in your sleep
But who will have you in the afterlife
When I get to meet that love of yours

I wonder if you'll love me then
and if not
I wonder if they have dating services in heaven



Words by Natalie
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Written on 2006-07-17 at 23:20

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