Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long,
Everything right has gone so wrong.
There should be a way to restart,
My tired, aching, broken heart.
Then his smile turned my head,
Maybe my heart is not dead.
He says “hi,” my knees go weak.
This could be the thing I seek.
His touch lights my skin on fire,
Our eyes filled with hot desire.
Maybe things have not gone wrong,
And I have not lived too long.