being with her doesn't feel the same
for that you and I are to blame
it all begins with a secret late night talk
that turns into secret late night walks
time quickly reveals night becomes day
and my emotions are once again in disarray
because in my heart are words i need to say
three hearts will become to much to bare
its not her fault she has fallin into this poetic love affair
this love always ends with despair
it keeps me captive without high walls or cold chains
its just that we both are addicted to this pain
either way it will always begin with a secret late night talk
that turns into secret late night walks