Too busy thinking about love
time flies by like night’s fleeting dreams
yet all the time there’s nothing that seem
more important to me, than my loving girl,
so if everything can happen in this world,
happens before me, before my weary eyes,
i ain’t gonna pretend, and i ain’t gonna lie
that my foolish mind’s just too preoccupied:
with the thought of her, and that being why
i spend my life dreaming of those smiles,
and the tender kisses making worthwhile
the little loving charms that’d taken away
these sad heartaches of such a lonely day..
people rushed by like water dripping down
a faucet, yet nothing seems to be around,
for how can these tired eyes possibly tell,
when my helpless heart can feel so well:
classes taken to heart for memory only,
spilled onto exams and the future to be,
yet these books, tell me how I can study,
when the name of my love’s all i can see..
So it’s foolish having a one tracked mind,
How can I not? Loving her, it ain’t a crime.
The universe, ever so far and ever so wide,
does it exist? No, just say sweet good bye
’cause there is one thing i do think about:
that is my love, absolutely, without a doubt.