I’ve 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 don’t
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 can’t
So don’t ask me to love you
© 2003-2005 Douwe Monsma