| After All | |
| After All Newspapers piled by the front door, this house isn't mine, not anymore. I pick up your suitcase, I put away my shoes. After all, what is love for? After all what is love for? I'm not who you want me to, but then again, neither is she. If there's one thing that I'm asking from you -- it's to be careful if you go. I walk to the room where you're asleep. Hearing you breathe feels like something to keep. I lift up the blankets and lie down next to you. After all what is love for? After all what is love for? I'm not who you want me to, but then again, neither is she. If there's one thing that I'm begging from you -- please don't go. Please don't go. | |