Am I wasting my young years because of you?
I mean I cannot muster out the clear possibility
that you plus me equals zero.
I used to think just because you held me and kissed me
you were as equivalent to the term hero...
but it still seems I cannot muster out that you are a micro
comet blasting in every space of my heart and dearly inst it
trembling away in the darkness?
your presence is stark
your looks kill my existence.
You are wasting my time left on earth,
can't you hear the sirens calling out your name?
I need help dear, just not with your touch
I afraid it will do such of destruction.
One year by year
I am wasting my youth and that is the truth...
So down to the phone booth I go but I can't help
it but to call you...
