| sometimes i wish i could fly just like a bird
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| 'cause all those given realities here just hurt
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| sometimes the night got brighter than the day
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| and i got on my piano and i used to play
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| so i wrote this little song
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| it’s not for you
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| i wrote it for me
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| 'cause i need something good
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| for me to do
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| i forget about time and space
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| and crime and hate on this earth
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| i’m light-years away from having the clue
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| i need to learn to love myself again
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| 'cause my inner clock says
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| there’s not much time to spend
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| there’s no one to talk to
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| or maybe just myself
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| please forgive me for that kind of selfishness
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| but often it’s better to think of yourself i guess
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| when the lights go down on the stage of life
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| i’m alone at home
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| i got distressed
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| i need to learn to love myself again
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| 'cause my inner clock says
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| there’s not much time to spend
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| there’s no one to talk to
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| or maybe just myself
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| everything ends some day
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| till that moment i have to
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| choose the right way
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| all you can do is beg and pray
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| on that fateful day
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| i need to learn to love myself again
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| 'cause my inner clock says
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| there’s not much time to spend
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| there’s no one to talk to
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| or maybe just myself
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| or maybe just myself |