Iíve taken my chances

I danced and fell

I can meet you

Chat you up and eat you

I can give you what I own

Steal you what I donít

Now almost an empty shell

I need to carry on

I need this tiny piece of heart

To stay alive

And now you want me

Find the missing pieces

In my past

To reclaim

Because I canít

So donít ask me to love you

© 2003-2005 Douwe Monsma