i love you since i was six

te lem tum tiem

i’m in the moment

what’s your name
what’s your art
nobody knows
about my broken heart
i used to cry
but now i don’t have the time

New fear will catch us unawares

Though youth may fade with boyhood´s cares
New fear will catch us unawares
I know it will

So you might say
the path we share is one of danger
and of fear
until the end

A Beecher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in her garden

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Not me...

one last thought before my gun is fired.