"What she doesn’t know can’t kill her,"
but all of that denial surely will.
as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a love sickness.
I’ll be your lamp,
Use me to escape your darkness,
I’ll guide you through the storm,
I won’t let you drown.
Wild horses, I want to be like you.
Throwing caution to the wind,
I’ll run free, too.
Wish I could recklessly love,
like I’m longing to.