qhhd
When we converse, it's just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We're settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene.
Everything's easy; we don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We're settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene.
Everything's easy; we don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?