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No one can in truth notice my bewilderment and despair.
Life has taught me that in love, it’s crucial to dare.
I was bloody sitting there. Giving him a tender stare,
- showing that I care.
I wish I could forget him and this one-way love affair.
But I’ve tried it all, I loved again, but no one could compare.
Why doesn’t he sometimes feel like dancing
slowly, close to me?
I can’t grasp the fact that he never hears my plea.
Now so late in this polar night,
everything he wants to is alright.
Everything he says becomes
a multitude of thoughts.
My heart is like it’s on fire.
My thoughts go round and round
until they fulfill my
Everything fell apart last night.
All things were wrong and nothing was right.
When everything he does and don’t
turns into threads of ventures bright and good,
but only inside my imaginary world of coulds.
if I could.
Just steel one dance, one warm embrace
I avow I bloody would.
I wish he was in love and I
know I can’t escape there from.
It is so confusing. Does he know?
And does he understand?
It’s difficult to be alone
with feelings that won’t land.
Does he love me back, every now and then?
Does he ever see that I am standing here all bare?
Do I make him nettled?
Do I make him want to swear?
I ‘m still in change, I
am not stuck here.
If he loved me back just for one single day for a try.
My heart would pound so hard and I would take off and fly
I’d throw away whatever thoughts that makes me want to cry.
I’d show my love and say anything for him in reply.
Does he want me to ask him things?
Does he want me to admit it?
Does he want me to commit?
Or leave it to as luck will have it?
And never let it die -
together with the rest
of this wild bird who learned to lie?
I wish he wouldn’t hesitate,
with giving me a simple little hi
that would be so much better than his
total lack of reply.
Does he turn away from me now?
Questions are like candy pops,
I suck them and I never stop.
Does he scrutinize me?
Does he want to be free?
Does he want me at all?
Does he want me to admit?
Or let it die, and make me split?
Does he love me back sometimes?
Does he like my bloody rhymes?
I‘m afraid I’ll regret this until
the flaming end of time.
But I don’t care, I have no luck,
I don’t even have a dime.
My love for him makes my life a blot -
full of bally thoughts of do’s
and all-fired do not’s.