Saturday, November 11, 2006

a two players game

P.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n.

To me you’ll always be.
To you I may be wrong.

P.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n.

I’ll die thinking I’ve lived,
have touched ones soul,
embraced ones pain...

and here I am, singing in vain.

P.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n.

I’m not perfect.
I have my fears,
I have secrets.

the world isn’t what I seek for.
I’ll tell you this, and walk away.

P.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n.

To you I may have been
and you’ll be mistaken,

You’ll die thinking you’ve lived,
have touched ones soul,
embraced ones pain...

Here you are, healing in vain.

You are wrong trivializing our strength,
P.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n.
Some tales are unwritten…

You’re not perfect.
You have your fears,
You have secrets.

My world wont be what you’ll seek for.
I’ll tell you this, and die today.