Saturday, December 25, 2004
Stars
I hate the stars, they shine too bright...
I hate the stars, they take too much space...
I ran across the battlefields to find you,
but the echoes of guns and rifles are too strong
I shout across the plains of death,
but the groans and moans are stonger
I go against the flow,
but the river is stonger and the waves are bigger
I hate the stars, they are too addictive
Do not patronize me.
For I do not idolize you...
I hate the stars!
I hate the stars!
The stars who is nothing more than a buch of cords
The stars who is nothing more than sound
I hate the stars, they shine too bright!
I am but a man, who cannot reach the stars
But I am better than the stars for,
For I am closer than you think I am...
I hate the stars, they take too much space...
I ran across the battlefields to find you,
but the echoes of guns and rifles are too strong
I shout across the plains of death,
but the groans and moans are stonger
I go against the flow,
but the river is stonger and the waves are bigger
I hate the stars, they are too addictive
Do not patronize me.
For I do not idolize you...
I hate the stars!
I hate the stars!
The stars who is nothing more than a buch of cords
The stars who is nothing more than sound
I hate the stars, they shine too bright!
I am but a man, who cannot reach the stars
But I am better than the stars for,
For I am closer than you think I am...