perjantai 12. lokakuuta 2012

The shore is washed with wishes

Make a wish
I wish
I wish you´d blow when it hurts
When you look, I look, then you turn
I wish you´d ask me what´s going on
When I don´t reply, what´s wrong

What´s wrong

You wish
You wish I was somebody else
When I´m hurt, I wouldn´t tell
My eyes would tell a story
I couldn´t say, I´m sorry

I´m sorry

I´ll never give you anything in return
I´ll wish and take things I think I earn
I won´t look back, though I smile while I cry
I wish these words are the last goodbye
I really don´t mind
Really, I´m fine

I´m fine

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