forgetting...
you know what?I'm tired of this.
All these misconceptions and illusions.
it's all you tonight
the console, the cards, are all in your hands
you tell me what are you going to play
because I'm sick of being the dealer.
it's all you tonight
I'm forgetting about your haunting eyes
No longer reminiscing upon those luscious lips
Erasing the poignant images imprinted in my brain
I will forget falling into your arms,
I will forget being caught by an angel
I will forget the warmth I know you give out
I will forget
you