quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2011

Afraid

Sometimes you are tired
so tired, tired.

Sometimes you wish you were elsewhere

elsewhere, anywhere.
Sometimes you can´t look anymore,

no more, no more.

Sometimes you wish not to remember

but you do anyway.

So many people have died,

Somany years have passed

So many things did happend

and I here stay in the past.

I don´t want to be here,

but here I am

because I am weak

I don´t know how to fight

and here i stay

in a fright.

I´m afraid, so here I stay.