Once I had a canvas, and I had painted many bright colors upon it. Like my imagination, it was vivid and bright and alive. |
I try to be good,
And end up rude...
Inside I'm breaking,
My soul is aching...
I lay alone hidden in pitiful shadows,
Tangled in my frightening confusing sorrows...
So I touch the little box in my pocket,
Knowing he is someone I'll never forget...
In only one night,
I was mesmerised by the sight of him...
Secretly it faded away
In the clouds of an early day...
Faceless people surrounding her motionless body,
Her innocence stained for eternity...
In only one night,
I was mesmerised by the sight of him...
So I touch the little box in my pocket,
Knowing he is someone I'll never forget...
The world today, a world I can take no pride in,
Overflowing with evil, foulness, wickedness and...
A son is a son until he gets a wife but a daughter is a daughter for life. |
Before you come in like a breeze, won't you stop and ring the bell please? |
Before you make my heart a home, won't you let me love you on my own? |