See me run,
Hear me scream,
Do not wake me from this dream;
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
See kick, see me fail,
Do not wake me or I will wail;
It can't be real!
can't be real!
can't be real!
See me hide in the high tide,
Now I'm drowning in his eyes,
This pain dose not come from in side;
It makes me wish to die!
Wish to die!
Wish to die!
I can see him with his eyes,
and it twists my insides;
I can hear his husky voice,
and I wish I had a choice;
I can not touch!
Can not touch!
Can not touch!
The place I was born,
has left me weak and torn;
I can not die!
Can not die!
Can not die!
I see his eyes,
Color of the sky,
They hold me hear,
As I drink this beer,
I wish he was hear whispering in my ear;
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
For his touch I lust,
I feal my head will bust;
Oh! To feal his beating hart under my hand;
Instead I find only sand, dirt, and dust:
I will not cry,
I will not cry,
I will not cry.
One Kiss is not enough;
Two kisses I'm still not done,
Three kisses and he almost dies,
Almost dies!
Almost dies!
Stupid 'mother' dear,
Has made it quite clear'
Touch and die!
Touch and die!
Touch and die!
I think now so high,
with my head in the sky,
I will not cry!
I will not cry.
I will not cry,
And now I go to say good-bye,
To the man with the ocean eyes,
I hope I do not cry.