Some people, wither and die,
A little, every day.
Not because of hunger,
Or lack of care.
You can love a person,
Too much and force them,
Away from you.
Love, in great doses,
Can suffocate the soul.
Some people, wither and die,
A little, every day.
Not because of hunger,
Or lack of care.
You can love a person,
Too much and force them,
Away from you.
Love, in great doses,
Can suffocate the soul.