sábado, 21 de abril de 2012

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I wanted to tell you how I am feeling, but I couldn't find words that fitted.
I wanted to tell you what I was feeling, but the words I said were not enough.
I wanted to make every morning perfect, but I found out somehow sun does not always shows up early.
I wanted to make nights perfect, but I found out somehow things do not always end up as well as they started.
I wish I could savvy my thoughts and master my mind,
I wish I could close my eyes and believe
I wish I could listen and you do not deceive
I wish I made sense to me and it made sense to be
And anyhow still
I wanted to thank you for filling when I gapped it
I wanted to show you I was also wrong
And I wanted to be right, being so wrong
Now I'm just sorry for breeding a sorrow
That is way too smart at hide and seek
I am sorry, even if you never listen, even if you never understand it, even if I never say it
I am sorry and I try
I swear I try to get that queen's golden crown back
And never let this giant, blind and bold sorrow
Checkmate.

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