I’m desperate for
Your arms around me,
amd for that warm feeling of
being safe and being loved.
I’m desperately wishing
I didn’t make that promise
And that he didn’t talk me
Into throwing it away.
I’m desperate for
A chance to go back
And use my better judgment
And not tell anyone.
I desperately hope I
Don’t disappoint you, him
Or anyone else.
And I’m desperately
Wishing I could
Do it again.