sexta-feira, 2 de maio de 2008

Change

Maybe I was waiting for a change.

Where have you gone? Can you tell me to be strong?

I don't understand. There's lots of things I don't know. And I don't know why.

Why did you leave me here alone?

Because you don't see changes coming, and you have to make them trough.

How do you say it? How do you cry it?

Holding you close, listening to your voice, in your hands.

Can I get to you? A word that makes no sense. Not without you in it.

I hate the future because I know I can break me too.

Maybe I was waiting for a change. Maybe I need a change.

We never change.


Maybe one day. Rather sooner.

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