when too many loves have been lost and the pain gets burden daily gotta do somethin' -  be busy 'cos if I let my mind wander... I run into you Have to face you virus of my memory the pain returns viciously I get ill- your soul infected me the burden of all this but I have my fantasies & I run into you but its not the same cos this time I'm in control menace to my conciousness release my pentup tenacity