




I wonder if the love I feel is wasting slow away. I wonder if concern is felt when that chill touches you But most of all I wonder if you feel the way I do. I've come to doubt how right it is and see it in plain light. The hours of no concern can have affect on my sight. But more than that, the thrill I feel is not shared by you, too. And so it is, I wonder what I'm doing here with you. I know that I am something to be treasured and held tight And if somehow you're blind to that, I cant restore your sight But soon someone will surely come and see what you dont see I wonder what you 'll feel when there is nothing left of me. But most of all I wonder when, I will be loved as me |







