You, you, you,
Have me being somewhere I though I'd never come to.
I would never arrive.
Do, do, do,
Not change yourself, 'cause the more that I give,
The more you rearrange life.
Or am I just living disguise?
Tomorrow morning I'll may be screaming,
Then I'll discover that I'm just dreaming.
Could it be that I made you,
That you've been created to,
Love me?
Could it be that you're not true,
That I always overdo,
Fantasies?
You, you, you,
Have me being someone I'd never been before.
Who, who, who,
Can give me the love that I am searching for?
I thought it was you.
Now you have me wanting to know.
No, I can't be dreaming,
Just have to find the meaning,
In you.
Tis vrij verwarrend gedicht maar zo voelde ik me ook toen ik het schreef!