Wondering about the hearts i'll have to break to mend my own
wondering how long it's gonna take to bring him home
wondering when next i'll feel his warming touch
wondering when next he's gonna make me blush
wondering where from this familiarity
wondering how long I can do this make believe
wondering how long
my hot blooded hands are holding on
to this icy feeling oh so strong
wondering what makes me think
this is any different
many a' times i've been right here
just waiting to be killed by spear
emotionally, horizontally
right through my heart
while my mind still works hyper-actively
to concuct my demise
to uphold my disguise
as being a woman although i'm a child
but not in the streets coz in them I am wise
wondering why i'm pondering at all
over something I just have no control
wondering if he sees into my soul
wondering if he's learnt what I ignore
wondering if he'll be hasty in his step
and grab what he can get
