sábado, 17 de janeiro de 2009

Nobody


It's goneWhat's gone? My mind?Soul? No, I'm fineNot reallyDeep inside, something is missingThe love and tender kissingShe walked out herselfNow all I do is talk to myselfin the mirror, with my reflectionMy heart is deadSoon it will make a resurrectionOnce the wounds healAnd I'm loved for realA type of love I can feelBut nobody loves meNobody caresNobody loves meThat nobody is meI can't love myself because no one doesI'm all alone and no longer what I once wasBut the only thing that keeps me aliveIs knowing that the next day, it might all changeFor the bestAnd that "nobody" becomes somebody

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