| Confusion is my name
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| I feel anger, sadness and pain
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| I put on a happy face
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| But in my soul lives disgrace
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| I feel it wish fast life
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| Journeys and perfect smiles
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| But what lies deep inside me
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| Is in the centre of my eyes
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| He was juggling with words
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| Choosing them like cards or throwing dice
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| Picking the lovely romantic ones
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| Making my thrilled heart melt as ice
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| Make me feel sure as in the summer
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| When I belived fairy tales come true
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| Belived that no one
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| Could stand between me and you
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| Now it’s clear that sometimes
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| Little depends on the things we plan
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| And choose to do
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| It’s easy to remember and so hard to forget
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| Memories are stronger than pride
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| Should I regret that we ever met?
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| I am left with my second name
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| Which is Ambivalence
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| My last is unknown
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| Hope this time it will make sense
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| The petals of the daisy
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| Are on the floor
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| Loves me trully, loves me not
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| Who knows the score?
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| My third name is Curiosity
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| I’m free search a little more |