You said you loved me once it was along time ago. And so, me, being caught in my own righteousness Took what you said and left. I didn't know then that what you wanted me to do Was to delve into you And fight for our lost happiness. You tried to explain But I was too vain Caugth my nose in the air Stuck so high that not a care Could enter me at any time Especially not soon. **** brotha you left the wounds. Being mixed up in so many messed up emotions I found myself coastin Into the arms of many who Would never feel the way I once belived that you do I mistook lust for love; clung so easily to One man after another and another Looking for what I once had Longing for you so bad That I got caught up in my own mess of tangled Masses of mangled and strangled Hopes and dreams. My naivite' making every glitter gleam like gold Now I want the old. You say to forget all those things you once told me to remember Livin' thru january...december...and again Wishing for those times when A missed understanding could be dealt with. Excommunication was a harsh myth And every night we shared the same air. It's unfortunate for me that you don't But I still remember............love.