The-Intelligentleman

Times have changed and times are strange Here I am but I ain't the same Dashie, please come back home Times go by, seems to be Life is good whenever you’re with me Dashie, please come back home I took you in and I let you go Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around  By the love and hope in your eyes I made you cry, I told you lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Dashie, please come back home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad it's been so long Dashie, please come back home Selfish love yeah we're both alone The rise before the fall, yeah But I'm gonna take this heart of stone I just got

We are a cloud of dust, Everyone their own grain. Being stirred by a gust, We are given energy. We are excited and empowered And the particles follow their path. When we meet, we are affected. When we meet, we have an effect. Pairs, and even groups, often form. As we in our social lives and romantics. Sometimes the groups collide, And the specks would dance about. Some bonds are tough to break, And others are impossible. Sometimes the pairs become one, And the dust begins to settle. As it settles, the dust comes together, Creating flakes, they would drift on the wind. Without a care in the world. And the dust settles, it slows. As the du