sábado, 12 de junho de 1999

What’s hollow inside?

From the moment I was born

I have had these strange dreams,

A feeling inside me so strong

That nothing is as it seems…


Kisses seemed to feel good and warm…

But now they taste cold, like rain.

School seemed nice and educative…

When it really is a house of torture and pain.

Friends seemed to be sincere and trustable…

Instead they double cross and lie.

Love seemed to be of eternal happiness…

But came to be hollow inside.


Can’t disguise the dissolution

From the hope I had for

The world that surrounds me…

There’s nothing more…

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