“The world has the habit of making room for the man whose actions show that he knows where he is going.”

Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...

I love the way you say good morning,
and you take me the way I am.