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Nu mai am control, loosing my soul

Scris de Stoica Irina. Posted in reCreatii

Nu mai am control ... I feel like I’m loosing it.
Sunt cu capul gol....I feel like an empty field.
Totul se invarte in jurul meu ... I don’t know who I am no more
De ce nu putem fi prieteni?? ... why don’t you love me??
Ma simt ca un copil mare ... I am not a girl nor a woman.
Sunt confuza in lumina difuza ... I’m so mad and I’m not glad.
As vrea sa imi revin ... to find someone to love me
Iadul e in noi copiii ... but I feel the smell of heaven
Inceputul e de cand ma stiu ... but I feel the end is soon coming.
As vrea sa se termine tot odata ... I want it to begin.
Sunt increzatoare in tot ... but I’m in denial
Vreau sa cred ca stiu tot ... but why should I believe everything
Imi place sa neg ... but I’m a believer.
Iti place sa spui adevarul ... I feel like I want to be a liar
Nu iti spun nimic ... but silence is an answer.
Vrei sa crezi ca ma cunosti ...but you don’t know a thing
Iti place sa ma provoci ... but I don’t say the truth
Eu nu fac ce vrei cand te astepti ... I do what I want when I want
Imi spui sa gandesc ... but I think it is better not to show it.
Imi place cum vorbesti ... and I prefer to listen
Ai vrea sa vorbesc ... I love to learn everything.
Nu vrei sa suferi ... but I love to suffer
Imi place sa ma bucur din tot ... you think I laugh when I’m not supposed to
Nu vreau sa te surprind inca ... I don’t do anything, just waiting
Crezi ca nu accept nimic ... but I received everything
Nu te astepti de la nimic de la mine ... I won’t let you down.
Trebuie sa ma accepti ... maybe I won’t be around
Ar fi bine sa te increzi ... maybe I’m just what you need.
Astept ... for you or someone else!

-Stoica Irina 12A 2007-