Two of us....Three of Us....ten of us?
Who in the world, will my life belong to someday?
Who's will I own, and rule, and share, and possibly destroy?
Who have I already, and who has scarred my own, besides myself?
I'm trying to read your mind, but I can't even read mine.
I'm confused, and I don't know who you are?
You have so many faces, all of which are deceiving in some way.
But I have found a feature that I love in each one of them individually.
You only called once, but I answered three times.
There's more then 4 of you.
But theres only one of you.
Your real like smoke from a fireplace.
And your real like a plastic bouquet.
I can't choose, only discover.
The truth is I miss you, whoever you may be.
Who's will I own, and rule, and share, and possibly destroy?
Who have I already, and who has scarred my own, besides myself?
I'm trying to read your mind, but I can't even read mine.
I'm confused, and I don't know who you are?
You have so many faces, all of which are deceiving in some way.
But I have found a feature that I love in each one of them individually.
You only called once, but I answered three times.
There's more then 4 of you.
But theres only one of you.
Your real like smoke from a fireplace.
And your real like a plastic bouquet.
I can't choose, only discover.
The truth is I miss you, whoever you may be.