Le' Boy in the Spastic Bubble

If I said it once
I'll say it a thousand times
feelin'  like such a dunce
because I know you'll never be mine...

If I wished it twice
I'd wish it that many more
still...you're as cold as ice
frozen, by my whimsical amour...

I pray in increments of three
alone, lost  in these dreams
where for once you finally see
circumstances changed, so it seems..,

Yet, it's just a mirage
Sprinklin' star dusted sparkles
across this soul's garage

n' once more hopes' the ghost's chime
that keeps wastin' my precious time

sentenced for life,
in this 'technicolor prism' of mind...