Thursday, October 18, 2007

Another Suitcase in Another Train

I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble, I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?

Time and time again
I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom,
that I'm hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me
and they do...

Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I knowWell maybe not that fine,
but I'll survive anyhow

I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.
So what happen now? Where am i going through?

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