I looked into your eyes - a cruel lot:
Only reflection of my thought
They were clear and bleare not
I looked at you and saw the world
I prayed Got to bless us,
But it was only a glass, just the glass
You may touch it, but it'll stay cold
You may cry, but it won't recall
He is plain as I am, but that's not right
It's little for me, too little to my mind...
I tried to net his fantom sole,
But the glass cracked broken
The splinters wounded the bare fingers
And teared the chain's links
My hands and elbows are in blood
But hurts my heart, only my heart
The brocken pieces won't stick together,
You'll never see me tears, never
Cruel lot love is in the past,
It might have changed, but cracked the glass
To Break The Glass
© Copyright: Kvitka, 2003
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In old pacific world
Wake up magestic word
An every cracked glass
Become to better past.
На Крыше 28.09.2005 08:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Wake up magestic word
An every cracked glass
Become to better past.
На Крыше 28.09.2005 08:48 • Заявить о нарушении
I want forget his name
I want to be alone
And change my own way
like something wrong
it'll come, you only wait
the child with silver spoon
has died without pain
it's just cartoon
Kvitka 28.09.2005 22:38 Заявить о нарушении
I want to be alone
And change my own way
like something wrong
it'll come, you only wait
the child with silver spoon
has died without pain
it's just cartoon
Kvitka 28.09.2005 22:38 Заявить о нарушении