One day
Everything you say to me
It all makes you feel sorry
End every time I tell you then
Please shut up, you don’t have to worry
You make me wonder
Wonder who or what you are
Others tell me you just want attention
But what if you truly want to be hit by a car
It just doesn’t make sense at all!
I don’t know what to do, what to believe
What to think, and what to feel
Meeting you, would that be a relieve?
There are times I really need to know
What I’m doing, mostly: what do you do?
What are you doing to yourself?
I wonder, if all you say is true
Maybe it is, but how will I know
You may turn right
But what if left is the right way to go
Did you chose to be this way?
Or did you just grow
Maybe I’ll know… one day
*15-10-2001*