We talked all night about your life and I was taken by surprise. You said that you, you liked me too. We'll meet again. You said you'd call and tell me all about the things that we would do. I was scared so??? when I got home. I don't get you anyhow. But then, maybe that's your style. Still you had me for a while. I put myself and what I was upon the papers that I sent. In your replies you seemed to hide behind your words. But everything is years away and there's not much that I can say. I must have been a bit to keen on you. I don't get you anyhow. But then, maybe that's your style. Still you had me for a while. I'd just like to love you, but I love to hate you now. Though I understand it doesn't matter anyhow. I'd just like to love you, but maybe that's your style.