MAYBE LATER

Into bed I creep Willing myself to sleep Ich bin ein Tier Little do you know Little do I tell you Pounding down the door Ruining the building Or am I doing it good Crawl to her house Ring the bell And run Stay where I am Taken over by fear I fear rejection Never again will I do that As if I had a choice Trace the phone calls Everything is blank Ladies love not me And I don't understand There are things I never will End of story Rainy days suck.