MothFlame

I'm a moth, to a flame A poor old fool calling out your name Drawn to you, when it ain't the same It shouldn't be, am I to blame Can't you be any more willing To let me free My heart is hurting You're all I see, I can't tell nobody I'm made of glass, give me a break Your love's like grass on summer days Lover comfort I'm weak for her She leaves today I can't behave Can't you be any more willing To let me free My heart is hurting You're all I see, I can't tell nobody