Talking to you,
words slip out so fast.
The keystrokes fall-
hanging in the air like a death toll.
The bell tolls not for thee, but for me-
It's time to let you go.
♥Well, there may well be others but I still like to pretend that
♥♦♥I'm the one you really want to grow old with.
♥♦♥♦♥♦♥Got a schedule to stick with, got a world to keep sweet.
♥♦♥♦♥♦♥You're so much to everyone all the time.
♥♦♥♦♥♦♥♦♥♦♥Will you ever slow down? Will I ever come first?