Every time I think of you, I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find,living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me "the wisdom of a fool won't set you free", but that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows...Every time I see you falling I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment you'll say the words that I can't say. I feel fine and I feel good, I'm feeling like I never should! Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say... Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday? I'm not sure what this could mean, I don't think you're what you seem. I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else, then I'll never see just what we're meant to be!