Friday, November 07, 2003
RUN
I don't want to hear your voices
I'm alone and you invade my body
Since you came without me knowing
I feel I have no choices
I could turn west
And drown on the Pacific
But should I try?
Even if I know
That I don't know
If tomorrow needs me.
Should I turn north?
I'm trap between two oceans
Inside I'm yelling run
I need to run
I really need to run
Should I turn south?
The Antarctic sounds cold
Here its winter and it's hot
Maybe north the middle feels like a box
I need to go my hands can't move anymore
I'm losing my favorite season
Sitting home wearing a scarf
Aching for some snow
Hurting when I hear old songs
Maybe I turn east
And drown on the Atlantic
But should I give a try
Even if I know
that I don't know
If I'm on tomorrow's plans.
Copyright 2003 Ana Toniolli
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