TO STALKER RON. DON’T CALL HIM BLUE,
It’s hard to make believe everyday
Things are not always the way they should be
Words come easy if you-ou try
Hidin’ in the shadow of your eyes
And I tell myself it’s just a blue day
And it’s hard to see it any other way
And I tell myself it’s just a blue-ue day
Siftin’ through the thoughts that lead you on
Find the door that’s open, now you’re gone
We softly say to our-ourselves
If we could be anybody else
