Törmäsin eilen illalla menneisyyteeni. Sen innoittamani kirjoitin tälläsen perus rakkaustarinan entisestä elämästäni..
People just want more and more
Someone sais: "He's a manwhore"
Evening is coming clueless
Picking the pieces of the shore
She just couldn't care less
Alternation of mind
Feeling is thin as a sand
Waisting his time, he's blind
But just one of a kind
He wants something, anything
He thinks: "The land of miracle will come"
Morning is coming closer
Burn the pieces on the fire
He just couldn't care less
Mind is empty
The feeling is gone..
He opens his eyes
and realizes all the lies
Both of them wants more and more
She is thinking: "Should I apologize?"
Feeling is coming back
Making a new kind of a pieces
Again on the same mess
But they are one of a kind..