Tell me your secrets. Ask me your questions.
There's no one I can pass them on to.
And there's too much of I in me.
It's not to be about me. Not all the time.
Things are changing, they must.
But things are just not right... them I really don't trust.
Not now. Not today. Ask me some other time.
In the desperate loneliness, are memories sublime.
I'm letting go. I'm keeping the faith. There will be the nicer days.
Neither happiness nor sadness stays.
Everything moves, whatever be its pace.
Tomorrow, if not today, I'll see your pretty face.
If not tomorrow, the day after.
I'll again hear your sweet laughter.
Not to be obliterated, our memories are to keep.
For you, this time, I'll take this blind leap.