The day you went away
you had to screw me over,
I guess you didn’t know.
All the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle,
but I guess you don’t care.
You don’t need to preach,
you don’t have to love me all the time.
Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don’t need me.
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care.
You don’t need to preach,
you don’t have to love me all the time.
You don’t have to preach
all the time.
[The Gathering, Saturnine, 2000]
Tag: eus voci, infralogie, sguardi