No Thought of Me

No Thought of Me

Sometimes I feel, that I am lost again.
A float in the fears that your tears wash away
Yet seemingly queer, my need to substantiate
That I can still tell what is real.

I see you over there and I begin to wonder
What would life be without you, couldn’t even contemplate
But watching you struggle is real
And I wouldn’t hesitate and baby that’s just how I feel.

There’ll be no thought of me
Not in your wildest dreams
Not even a fantasy
There’ll be no thought of me.

You color my grey, an artist who translates,
The puzzles I make, pure to form, commiserate
But I didn’t know which is more wrong, to sit and wait for fait
Or to reach out and tell you it’s real.

I know when I’m with you I’m stronger
And the longer we live, my heart gets warmer
Couldn’t wish fora thing that you don’t already bring.
Because, together, I see what is real.

There’ll be no thought of me
Not in your wildest dreams
Not even a fantasy
There’ll be no thought of me.