why's it so hard to tell you what I want
Why can't you just read my mind?
Why do I fear that the quieter I am
The less you will listen
Why do I care whether you like me or not
Why's it so hard for me to be angry
Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
And not the other way around
Will I ever move back to Canada
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student
And a master, oh why am I encouraged to shut my mouth
When it gets too close to home, why cannot I
Live in the moment
Mistica lei e la sua voce.
RispondiEliminaL'ho sempre amata, anche se un po' persa ultimamente.
La canzone degli Script me la sento ogni mattina mentre vado a lezione.