Break Up - Iii

A fool I am my friend I tell myself again and again that I started forgetting you well within. But yet I feel like a river's feign of oblivion of the sexy sands of brim... and like a mountain's design to move away from lovely cloud woman. The inner volcanoes burn and burst often filling my heart with hot gushing lava of passion my outer blues are seared by vindictive Sun You are my true solace inside and out recalled or forgotten... whether I confess or turn down. Yet A fool I am my friend I tell myself again and again that I started forgetting you.