Time had warned me, I would be a rare case, and nothing
Time had warned me, I would be nothing but a deep
as for my life I would not find a true love, just a
kind of pain, a pain turned into grief, and grief
turned into cronic
sadness, I managed to see my face in the mirror, while
crying like a misunderstood, little poor child, son of
enemy to love and difficult to lovers.
Time had warned me, I would not be the same, after
of nervous breakdowns, all counted down through my
today I'm weak, tomorrow I'll be stuck in my bedroom,
of the impossible, of course, while the others joyfully
fall in love...
I'll be nastily crunching a piece of bread while a nice
augmenting their love passion, the man outside the door
kissing her beloved sweetheart, and the night is coming
end, while for them is getting very near the start, the
of a memorable next-to-come love night.... They'll be
sure, I'll be sinking, once more, sorrow will accompany
this unsure, obscure path, bringing me gentle madness,
nowhere. Their laugh is my epitaph, their huge love my
see them getting smart kisses, I can "feel"
for just one second,
the warm touch of long and astounding embraces, I would
to be there, but sadly I'm only here, the distance
appears to be
so short, for me it's nothing but one thousand miles.
They joke and they scream while you are silently dying,
here seems to respect your gorgeous, unbeatable silence.
I wish I could run faster than light, even faster than
faster than faster, reaching things that have got no
maybe they ever won't, because to the world I'm a
with a faceless identity.
And I'll keep counting my sweet clouds, while the
keep counting the number of their kisses.
Touch a cloud for me, my friend.
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