I never could have guessed that you would be this way
A hand-drawn portrait of a hopeless romantic
Do you remember when we were young
Back when we built ourselves a world of our own
I wish we'd never leave
But Wind swept us away
Growing up is a Cyclone
and you're all spun out
I pray everyday that you would see the truth
That you would see just what it is that you are missing
Still you can't grasp a hold of it
It's just way too much for you to handle
