Can I talk to you on a real
Like I don't know you
Like you're not you and I'm not me
Or maybe we are who we are
But with no history?
Can I talk to you on real?
You not feel as if you know
and me not feel as I know we would.
Can we say goodbye to pains
That stain our mental veins,
And choke our emotional parts?
Can I start at "Hello, I'm Latoya"
And you can start at "Nice to know ya?"
Can I be your friend so true,
that at times when you are O, so blue,
you know who you can turn to?
Can this be a moment in time,
when all fades to the black of night,
and you are you
and I am me?
Where the past remains but only as a memory.
A reminder that life is so fragile,
and so are we.
Can I call out to you in the street,
As we meet and greet?
Will you look at me one day in time and remember that I am good enough,
Will you look at me one day in time and see what you have looked so hard to see?
So read this now,
Now read it again.
Burn this note and all pains will end!!
