There is no interest from me to you,
Nothing left to say, nothing to do.
My heart is battered, black and blue
Left without thoughts, anew.

I could not be your lover
For me, there is always another
Who has stolen my bruised heart
Not knowing where to start.

My vision is quite clear
Thoughts once lost are now dear.
Just to climb this mountaintop
I want these feelings to fly away, stop.

04/08/1985

Posted on 03/20/2006
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