smitten cause the last word was never written
the distance didn’t, you just weren’t driven
always sitting, always something hidden
but i told you, i let you vision
i’m not a wiccan, i’m not going to hold you prison
not going to be a villain and follow some system
the love was forbidden, i sit here, i’ve forgiven
i just want you to listen
i’ve seen you glisten, i wish i could’ve pictured and printed
i have a picture, you standing in the kitchen
i never want to play victim, i just wish you committed
i wish you would have told me the condition
instead you held me in the distance
‘cause my love is sick and i gave it all i could give
most would generally forbid, but i admit, i rid
i would never quit and i would do it all over again
because i told you, i’d never trade my memories of you
for all the money in the world
and i’ll never regret, i’ll try to limit your visit in my memories
so i don’t live in constant misery
