Act 5/One Hundred Gifts

You can buy a hundred gifts, And they still won't matter If they don't come from the heart The place that matters I love everything about you The smell of your hair Do you remember everything I've thought you? I know it's been a year I come into your life, Then I disappear And if you'd like to meet again i'll meet you there Last time you lied Those crocodile tears And all those wasted years I'll never get them back But dont you worry bout me I am here for a good time not to harm or stress you