You say those words, sweet as chocolate on a strawberry.
I believe you. I always do.
Then where are you?
Do I expect too much, or do I blame myself more than I should?
I never have the answers. Nobody ever has the answers.
I am just an old dollar bill that you walk over on the street.
I still have the same value, but I am also crumpled and forgotten.
What is it that I have to do?
Tell me, and I would be kneeling at your feet.
It's sad, but so true.