I wonder why the last woman I said I love you to didn't love me back, I wonder why she left & why we went our seperate ways like that. I wonder why I don't look at women as I should, I wonder why sometimes I feel no good behind this darkness and neon glow. I wonder why I sit and watch the sun come up, this ones for those I loved who I lost and for all my wishes and plans. I cast my shadow on a darkend wall,like bare hands. I wonder why my life won't move ahead, having nightmares of demons, devils, you and the dead instead. So to the last woman I said I love you to, I'm not sorry for saying it because C.R. I do love you. I always have, and I'm sure I always will, with all my heart and free will as long as my heart beats red. Beats still. Now I regret not telling you sooner, but it was said. To have your kiss and die, I would happily be dead.
