Emil
A Burnt Child
- things eager to be held.
By a J.P. senile and vile
- things eager to be held.
I bear more grudges than lonely high court judges.
There must be something horribly wrong with me?
There's nothing wrong with you.
You don't catch what I'm saying.:
Tell me, tell me
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
And I know I'm the most inept that never stepped
...You were good in your time....
I don't mind if you forget me
I love you for you my love
Wait till the whole thing blows up in our face.
Such a little thing but the difference it made was grave
Love is natural and real....but not for you, my love....
Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love
There is no way
I don't mind if you forget me
having learned my lesson, I never left an impression on anyone.