It’s a funny place,
to get thinkin of,
that silly, little thing called love,
but it’s you.
I don’t who you are,
but it’s true.
I don’t care near or far.
And it’s all for some,
but I”m hopin for a few.
And it’s all for one,
and none for you.
Oh it’s all for one,
and you’re just, number two…
… Oh number two,
I been through and through.
And it’s all for you.
It should be all for me.
But you’re what I see.
You’re what I dream of,
even when I’m not alseep.
And I been too deep.
And I been too dark.
Hope I found the flame but,
know I’ve only found a spark.
And few and far between.
And far from here by now.
Far from the dreams I wish,
I dreamed to them to them out loud.
And I been too proud.
And pride can shame.
I’ve overdosed on lust,
but love is what I blame.
And I feel it now.
I feel it deep inside.
I feel that empty spot,
that I thought I could deny.
And so I’m testifyin,
to what I’m finished hidin.
It’s so much harder I feel,
thinkin that this life is ideal.
Oh I’ve questioned, who have I been?
But I’d say I been realizin,
it’s not a question of that I am,
cause I’m me without you I’m findin,
me without you,
didn’t know what I’d do.
And I’ve got this feeling I feel,
but I feel I’ll make it through.