Loving you sort of seems uneven…
like you expect, or take untouched.
I miss you more when you are present,
And I can’t find you through my vain.
………..
I might reject you,
You might keep me…
But, little lamb, we are the same.
Loving you sort of seems uneven…
like you expect, or take untouched.
I miss you more when you are present,
And I can’t find you through my vain.
………..
I might reject you,
You might keep me…
But, little lamb, we are the same.