Good morning to my friends
What a beautiful day it is
You could almost see the Colors come again
Could you please tell me now
Where we all going
I know
Its true
Please tell me something
I don't know
I keep falling asleep
Short of breath
I keep thinking things
Are going to change
I keep believing tomorrow
Is going to be better one
I keep waiting for my friends
To come on back
Cut out a picture on your own time
Its the perfect paradigm
For a love sick stricken relationship
One filled with the doubts
Yet these warm familiar feelings
Are prone to a simplistic melt down
It's a selfish thought
A romantics dream
The one where
I thought I Could be
King
I keep falling asleep
Short of breath
I keep thinking things
Are going to change
I keep believing tomorrow
Is going to be better one
I keep waiting for my friends
To come on back