All the good that I do
It will stay somewhere in memory
Nothing will share in the current form
Nobody wants to know
When the bad that I do
I can't escape the gossip in full
Even for years I can't ignore
There are neighbors who will talk
Down the road of my life
I stay within my own circle
Cushioned myself of my world
Let me dream in space
Sometimes silence makes it good
I don't receive any phone calls
Those were the years when I heard the ringing
I couldn't sleep early
Now it is my time
I watch the time going by
I can't escape the gossip in full
Down the road of my life
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