26 May 2012
The day has left a bitter taste,
I feel like some has gone to waste.
I suggested that we go out to town,
It kills a part of me to you decline and frown.
What is it that scares you about me being free?
You're not letting me be the real me.
We'll never ever know,
If I don't ever go.
We'll only get out fingers burnt if we don't.
So burn baby burn,
Set me free,
If I don't return,
We'll know it wasn't meant to be.
Opuss № I