I Toss And I Turn,
I Sigh And I Yearn,
To Kiss Those Lips Of Yours.
Wakeful Dreams Control My Nights,
I Refuse To Believe These Words.
Bewildered By Your Lies,
I Try,
To Stone Over What You Hid.
I Reminisce Cold Mirrors Of Memories,
Far Too Smashed To Fix.
Your Tainted Words Haunt My Dreams,
I Miss Your Touch,
But What It Seems,
Is Summer Fling Is Forever Gone –
Faded – Like The Sun