I'm Sorry

And you’re here, with a storm in your
Mind, an ocean of words, again,
I listen you, but I need another life, a
Different thing, a different way
And my beautiful hands on your skin
Are like a child without toys…
…I'M SORRY IF i’M SPECIAL
MAN, AND IF MY WORLD IS A
TRANSPARENT SPHERE, AND YOU
KNOW;
I NEED DROPS FOR MY HEART,
DROPS OF A PASSIONAL LOGIC,
ALL FOR ME…
To play and play, with notes on my
Life, I go on my street in this way;
And the fear is a benevolent lover, an
Exciting colour, now…
And my beautiful hands on your skin
Are like a child without toys…
…I'M SORRY IF i’M SPECIAL
MAN, AND IF MY WORLD IS A
TRANSPARENT SPHERE, AND YOU
KNOW;
I NEED DROPS FOR MY HEART,
DROPS OF A PASSIONAL LOGIC,
ALL FOR ME…