Water in the Hall
do n't stew in your loneliness and your increase sin you come out of the tub but it have flood over piece of broken remnant have clog the drain water spill over the side and into the hall wash away the dream you have dream rise through the steam be idea the idea of what might have be they glisten on the mirror which have become misty how i long to pinch and feel you and experience the glory of your appetizing skin so think of me while stand on your head i will think of you for the rest of my life the water you have bath in run across the floor and i would sip the water in the hall just to have the taste of you i wo n't let your water run down the abyss of the staircase each little drop be one you have use i wo n't let your dream be wash away i'll grab a towel and dry up the water a part of you will then be safe and no longer be water in the hall