Perfect Storm
I need a rest in warm
Bad thoughts are in my brain
They make a perfect storm
I lost my time, my days, my way
I try to recollect it all
To understand who am I today
But after every step I fall
I see myself in black and gray
My eyes in tears, my face is sad
And I keep silent when I wanna say
And everybody seems to be so bad
I wanna look at life from other side
But I don't know how to live
I'll stay forever outside
'Cause I just take and cannot give
I really don't know why I live
I really don't know why it all
I really need someone to give
I really need to save my soul
My days like butterfly are fast
My evenings can be bad like death
I feel in life's line I'm last
Oh how I want someone to bless
So that... don't get me wrong
And please don't call me friend
If I could write a happy song
I'd make a happy end....
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Is rest in love.
We all love you!
Павел Бендер 11.11.2005 21:38 Заявить о нарушении
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