willy

willy is my child, he is my father, i would be his lady all my life, he says he'd love to live with me, but for an ancient injury, that has not healed, he said i feel once again, like i gave my heart too soon, he stood there looking through the lace, at the face on the conquered moon, and counting all the cars up the hill, and the stars on my window sill, there are still more reasons why, i love him, willy is my joy, he is my sorrow, now he wants to run away and hide, he says our love cannot be real, he cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells, but you know its hard to tell, when your in the spell if its wrong or if its real, but you're bound to lose, if you let the blues get you scared too feel, and i feel like i'm just being born, like a shiny light breaking in a storm, there are some many reasons why i love him