Rosemary (Nastasia Nina)

Rosemary, I've almost forgotten your name The tears on my face, they don't burn quite the same And I look in the mirror and your reflection's not there Just the daughter of a man and a cold, hard stare Rosemary, my desire to hold you is deep And it keeps me from living and it keeps me from sleep And my holding-on's so tight that my fingers might bleed If I let go of you now, will you let go of me?