Story Amelia
Amelisa, it's May and blossoms 1957, single, but bold I see you, belle of the ball and hometown sweetheart, gifted I want to tell you seize this day, Let someone else go tend tradition, Take what's yours No one else can tell your fire, paint with your words, sing with your voice, Take what's yours Amelia, I see you all in white and lovely, blinded, by love And he too, is beautiful, and young, and blind I want to tell you he's the wrong man, you'll look Back You were told that this is what you want, but it will hurt you (You can't live for someone else) But you live For me For me For me He would do things to make your life easier but never talk to you - know you at all You were his showpiece, charming as you entertained all his fancies I wish I could have seized that day and torn it from your history (For me) Now it comes down to a life that might have soared (for me) But I can tell your fire, paint with your words, sing with your voice Nobody can take what's mine From me From me From me From me
