acha bacha

If I was That very good bad boy Would we be together still? Grandpa said That I been a foolish girl When I let the feelings out of my shell Oh but is this all Preordained? Am I my body or something else? Lord knows that I'm trying But I keep getting lost inside myself... I'm sorry Don't know why I'm still so raw Stoic and unfeeling is the way we ride or die I'm sorry Got something in my eye No they aren't tears, a boy don't ever cry I'm sorry The walls we built fell down Posturing at strength was just a safe place to hide Oh I want To nurture this girl To try and see through her eyes Lord knows that I've been a foolish boy I just can't make up my mind Tired and frustrated I submit Baby, I'll just leave it undefined And through the cracks In the canopy of leaves I see some kind of light