In my thoughts,
While I laugh,
While I cry,
Deep down in my inside,
Something screams, it’s my inner child,
Come back to me!
I miss your lips, I miss you eyes.
I miss your touch, I miss your smile!
This “M I S S” does not even match what I feel now
But what can I say?! You can't see my tears so you understand what I going through.
I’m losing my rhythm in every move.
My child is looking for a knife to kill me through.
What can I do, what can I do?
Tell my lord I’m so immature.
« return.