Not always I say it doesn’t rain,
Not always I cry about the pain,
Not always I have seen you under the mask,
Not always I have been so happy that I can’t laugh.
Not always I wrote about my grief,
I knew the pond isn’t pure,
Not always I told you about myself,
I knew you don’t listen to me anymore.
Illusion it is nothing more,
Cry aloud, someone is standing at the shore,
Not always, Not always.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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