Sense Field Simplicity
Now I lay me down to sleep I wonder if you're thinking about me Maybe if I could just have one last chance Is one last chance just too much to ask? Seems like all there things are built up There built up, to be torn right back down Love, hate... don't tell me it's to late I asked you not to tell me Let the hearts fall where they may Because you'll be feeling the same way, someday Love, hate...
