What a rare thoughts were born into my head ... What a rare thoughts you can find after my death ...
I want you to remember my name ´cos it took me too much energy that non-stop please others! I´m not like a moth starved for light and than burn my wings when I touch it ... Why don´t they understand me? and my sandalwood can be broken to a splinter!
I´m not like a bottle of juice with an instruction :"Shake well before opening!" and incapable consider human inner dignity ... Please be brotherly in this plight and brotherly I´ll know your name!
Where are the letters for me? Did the postman die? I sent the request for somebody better, but I was too much selective and tend towards dungeon of souls and pretty hearts and I found only subscriber of my trust ...
Did you inquire about it, how many ingredients I got into my dinner, that I´m hungry for? The details are more important than entire things ... do you want to eat the same like me?
What a rare thoughts were born into my head ... What a rare thoughts ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
