Sunday, December 26, 2004
SOMETIMES
Sometimes
I wish my heart is made of stone So i wouldn't know how to feel So i wouldn't know what is hurt But stone it is not And so i learn how to feel And so i feel what is hurt Sometimes I wish time could move backwards So i could feel my youth again So i could feel free once more But time moves forward And so i lose my youth again And so i choked once more Sometimes I wish we stop craving the rat race So i could feel some human touch So i could feel loved again But to feed is greater than to feel So i cease human touch So i feel unloved once again
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