His only problem, can be your own
it's only yours, gone by miles

There will be problems, its only yours
they can be feelings, they can be naive

You have to hold it, you have to carry it
ooh just nurture it, and only feel this

And every time you would pass by
with 3 wishes, 3 strikes

And every time you would pass by
with 3 wishes, make me rich

And every time you would pass by
with thoughts like, making me itch

And every time you would pass by
wishes like, feeling alive

No I cant go, second thoughts taking control
you wish I had it all figured out
separating thoughts from each other,
thinking it's all for another, trip in my mind

How do you justify things I do and why
have you ever fed with things you (have) aforesaid

How do you justify things I did and why
have I ever said anything that made you cry

What do I know, make me whole