I kept on hiding all my troubles
In a wooden chest beneath my bed
My dice had always rolled out doubles -
But now it’s blank and I feel dead…
Behind the glass I’m watching people
Their silly games I’d never learn
Their feelings made my soul a cripple
And left my heart forever torn…
Ungrateful quest for one and only
Came to an end - I’m all alone…
So tired of being treated wrongly
And being used for my love in return…
Too much a man to be a woman
I guess I am and that’s my fate…
But then again - I’m only human
In need of love… before it’s late…
moscow 10.11.02
Behind the glass
© Copyright: Amanda Dee, 2002
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What was on offer wasn't enouph
for him, so take this with some humour -
the art is not to be a woman,
but just a woman he could love!
Антипод 29.11.2002 10:52 • Заявить о нарушении
for him, so take this with some humour -
the art is not to be a woman,
but just a woman he could love!
Антипод 29.11.2002 10:52 • Заявить о нарушении
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