Frogot
Too many tears had dried out on his shoulders
The arrows in his chest had made him colder
She said that she needed him so desperately
But he had a different approach than she had
Caught in a vicous circle once again
He had crossed the border to a dirty dreamland
Always eaten up by jealousy he got
The idea of escaping with a single shot
To say sorry would be quite right
If it was permitted by her pride
Fooled again he turned around
Closed the door a bit to loud
Oh no, he didn't want to see the threat
When his heart had finally caught up with his head
And his balls call out for her again as well
When he's lying in his bed, alone and thrilled
And all his lives activities
And all his minds realities
They collapsed right over him
And he saw the trouble he was in
To say sorry would be quite right...
© Klaus Dorninger
