sorry, but i am lame

smell of the fresh spring day trees are so rich and full the grass is greener than green my soul is being refreshed sing... sing out aloud touch... touch the sky smoke... smoke a joint fly... you are high lame... is this break down but now i am sane feeling little or no pain now i don't care about anything my head is in a dream that is all about you your smile, your eyes oh the feeling inside all based on pride power can't bring me down money free me from your grip take all your possesions away i wish i had more to say vacancy in my brain is here to say i want to dance in the light until the break of night i have this feeling it will never go away i am not gonna use the word stay however i did and i am sorry not only for that but this everthing in the past in the future too now it is getting late i don't know what to do i want to be with you