If I wasn't bad I wouldn't have met her
But because I'm bad I can't be with her
Because even in bad places she shines with her goodness
And I can't reach out to her and tell her that I could
change
Attracted to a flower that grows in the wild
The flower that isn't ever going to be
I'm of land and she's of sea
I can only stare at the sun glaze at her skin as it sinks
And as it rises, my torture being the sight I see
The beauty I'll never have, always out of reach,
And everyday repeats. -
To Jaz & Jay