I believe if I was all alone
I would be better off in a world my own
I'd forget I ever knew of you
and this dream every night that you put me through
we walk along a Hollywood sea
and you dance once again with me.
We are close, we are friends
and our love never ends
but in the cold morning light I see
that you won't be back for me.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
I must struggle to keep my equilibrium. In the subway, listening to my iPod, to my horror I began to cry. Luckily it was not crowded and I think I did not make a spectacle of myself. I was listening to "Cold Morning Light" by Todd Rundgren, my homeboy.