• Who am I to complain?
    I have letters in my folds
    Their words are like a blanket
    Tightly fitted 'round my soul

    They tell me that you love me
    And I say I love you, honest
    Words that were first spoken
    When I was ripped open
    Became a promise

    So sure you're often busy
    Gamboling with your friends
    But soon you shall return to me
    As you've done, time again

    So I'll learn not to complain
    I will never push and shove
    I'll occupy my time, with dreams
    Of prosperity and love

    So take all the time you need, my sweet
    You wont even hear a groan
    With all the love i feel for you
    How could i possibly feel alone?