She stood motionless Captured and cursed To be the devils mistress Screaming to be free Oh, but you may never be
I was worried about him Whether or not
I’m free call me what you want but
I was running To catch the horse In the snow From the bus I jumped into
I’m not sure that anything is different but I am
why am I always late racing to the gate wondering of my fate you’ll make it is what they say arrive, just another delay
I smell you then I realize it’s the
Wrapped in your web I fight to be free Spinning is it you or is it me maybe it’s my sneakers
I search for the everlasting circle the diamond on my ring the prize
Have I ever told you sincerely even just
It seems like it’s been forever & here I am again So familiar, yet so distant What’s changed? How do we get it back
Adaptation, Products of our Environment thats where it is what makes us familiar different, unless
I could trust you but you won’t let me It’s easier to not care than it is to care The load has just
I see you, I see through you you’re scared - I understand you float above the ground afraid if you touched you might feel again and
Not a Monet... Can’t repeat never the same scene nigh will