I come up to the window
But stop: “What am I doing?
I still have so much stuff to do,
So many dreams to ruin.
There are so many books to read,
So many things to buy.
There are so many guys to love,
So many tears to cry,
So many hopes that won’t come true,
So many debts to pay,
So many topics to discuss,
So many lies to say
I will go up to somewhere high
And fall down from the stairs.
But if I’m gone today, right now
I wonder if one cares”
Suicidal
© Copyright: Мария А, 2006
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Yel, my darling. I see
U don't know wether to be,
U don't really know wether to feel,
Are you keep'n time which seems you not real?
One cares. But who is the shade of that one?
What has he done to be this one...
While looking at the sun
Be attentive to it's frequence.
Yel, my darling. I see
You try pretending to be mad
But your face neither frown nor sad,
And your eyes seem so clear to me.
So what are these stupid thoughts,
Written down within deep words,
Inside the heaven peace pretending the war.
You came up to the window...
What for?
Григорьева 22.04.2006 17:58 • Заявить о нарушении
Yel, my darling. I see
U don't know wether to be,
U don't really know wether to feel,
Are you keep'n time which seems you not real?
One cares. But who is the shade of that one?
What has he done to be this one...
While looking at the sun
Be attentive to it's frequence.
Yel, my darling. I see
You try pretending to be mad
But your face neither frown nor sad,
And your eyes seem so clear to me.
So what are these stupid thoughts,
Written down within deep words,
Inside the heaven peace pretending the war.
You came up to the window...
What for?
Григорьева 22.04.2006 17:58 • Заявить о нарушении