I won’t catch any ace with you,
I won’t be close to my ideal.
But all the years I lived for you
Persist, appeal and make me feel
That nothing’s gone purposelessly,
My scars on heart confirm it well,
You gave me wisdom that won’t flee
Like I will do, but first I’ll tell
That all these things, they do not mean
That I’m a dirt, a child of sin,
The man that costs less than a cent…
I think it’s just we’re different.
I feel no ups with you just sense
Routine with growing heavy fense.
It makes a vision, cuts like knife…
It’s running by me, all my life…
But all these words they do not mean
That you are dirt and you can bring
The boredom only it’s untrue…
It’s just I’m not the very one for you.
It can occure that we’re not strange
And even are created for each other.
Maybe, reality or universe’s branch
Are wrong and I could be a father.
I will not
© Copyright: Sea Of Sin, 2003
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