Puzzled and Intertwined
In a lovely summer night
And under the moon light
Where silence were covering the sight
I was searching for a place to spend my night
I visited a strange and mystery like castle
Where I thought I would be satisfied
But unfortunately after knocking twice on the door
No one replied
As no one replied I stood puzzled and intertwined
As if a host of phantom listeners that degenerated
In the solitary house listened to me when I cried
5/6/99
Confused
I don’t know what to say or what to do
Except for writing I love you
I don’t know what to wear or what to dress
Except for that old black dress
I don’t know what to drink or what to eat
Except of that piece of meat
I don’t know where to go or where to park
Except for watching Jurassic Park
18/6/99
Oh… if he just loves me
Can you love someone that doesn’t love you?
How is it to love someone that doesn’t even think that you exist?
How is it to sit beside him without giving you his attention?
How are you going to feel when he speaks to you as an ordinary person?
How are you going to feel when you want to tell him about your feelings but you can't because of traditions and costumes?
Oh… if he feels that I exist or that I care.
Oh… if he just give me his attention.
Oh… if he just loves me.
30/8/99
18/2/2007, 4:04 am