So dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be

Walking in the wind You will find me And you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand Awh, goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end I'll see your face again A week ago you said to me

You shine a little love on my life You shine a little love on my life and let me see Can you understand (yes I understand) Can you feel it's right (I know it is) Will you be the same (I'll do it all again) Although the things you've done I wouldn't

This isn't me, This isn't you, When it's just everything we do. Till you open up your eyes, And understand this isn't real. This is everything but true, Till we come to realize, It's what we put each other through.

The faith in me shall set me free, reflections YesYes, I swear, if only you could understand Impossible to see the changes All they see is just the boy Behind these prison walls Doing my paces, doing my time I am spendin' my restless nights Visioning faces,

Yes, I'm on my way They won't take me They won't break me I've got dreams I'm livin' for I'll break away He's just a young boy out of school Livin' his world like he wants to They're makin' laws, but they don't understand Turns a boy in to a fightin' man

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood I'm just a soul whose intentions are good YesYes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Baby, do you understand me now? Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive can always be an

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out

Do like I told you, stay away from me Never misunderstand me Never misunderstand me, keep away from me Sickness spilling through your eyes, Craving everything that you thought was alive Stab me in my heart again Drag me through you wasted life Are you

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."