the strangers follow me
and wait for me, there in the dark
they are ready to pounce
when i fall apart

i remember writing letters
to those i was with
to those i really liked
those eager to give me their gift

and barriers seem to be trees –
that grow higher each day
do i mean as much to you, as you do to me?

like when we had doors
but the doors opened into a building
and we had too many flaws
perhaps beauty itself is fatally flawed

well, there is only you
only you on my mind
things could have been successful
but i got side tracked by time

we are just friends going for a meal
and although we do not join hands
the madness is real