Blinding Love

I recall perfectly The lipstick that my mother left on my Cheek. She had to go. Then I turned back to My dreams, gazing out the window Restlessly. When I was a girl. When I was a girl. Maybe when you're sinking in your tears and feel It's hard to breathe and no one else can Hear. And when your anger burns inside you feel, It seems so hard to speak. I just want you to feel my blinding Love. Blinding love. Had a look the other day At some of the pictures kept in a case Of me and my mother small, wrapped in her Arms. And though sometimes I still feel like a kid. I need love. I Need love.