Each morning always starts the same
To wake up in a stranger's bed
A storming sea inside my head...
- Excuse me? Do I know your name?
Somehow, I think, I should have fled.
I hurt myself, hurt you as well
Not one of you will pass the test
Just one more face among the rest
It takes one look to break the spell
I'll run, it's only for the best...
The ones so rare...
For whom I care...
You'll never know,
I'll never tell.
Don't tell me that it isn't fair
I know myself, and much too well.
Abusing your belief in love
I will commit a wanton crime
I'll give you passion and above
A brilliant, cruel pantomime.
Or else, that's what you'll think the day
When I will slowly melt away.
You will recall me with dismay...
And trust me, it is best this way.
Cynical
© Copyright: Янош Фальк, 2005
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