Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Tender Is The Night

     I'm afraid I'll lose interest, after all. I'm completely lost. I don't care and I don't want to do anything. However, I like the peacefulness in my room. I can stand here, lie on the floor and watch the ceiling change colours. If you see a shadow, thn there's something there.
     A strange face. Helpless and powerless, I can't even recognise you. I think you're crazy. Pray for rain. I'm sure sometime it's going to happen.
     The spark is not within me.
      It's not within me.
      It's not within me.

You got to be the one 
You got to be the way
Your name is the only word that I can say

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