While Mama knits like a distracted Penelope
... and to go what to do how to live. I like to be alone. But I like you better as I like the sun. But always Where I go now free, but without you. Where it rains now. Where to go what to do how I'll live
I like to be alone. But I like you better. I like the sun
( But it always rains now
Without you, without you, without you
Sometimes I believe in myself
But sometimes I don't,
Sometimes I take my fate out of my hand )
Maybe I'll cut my hair. Maybe I'll be happy
Maybe I lose my head. Maybe I'll forget and grow up
Without you, without you, without you. Maybe I need a mattress
Maybe the floor will be enough Maybe on the 20th floor
Maybe in the basement. Maybe I'll kill what I was
Maybe I imitate what I am. Maybe I fear what is coming
Maybe I still love you
Without you, without you, without you
Sometimes I believe in myself
(But sometimes I don't)
Sometimes I take my fate out of my hand. Maybe I'll cut my hair. Maybe I'll be happy
Maybe I lose my head. Maybe I'll forget and grow up the floor will be enough
Maybe on the 20th floor
Maybe in the basement
Maybe I'll kill what I was
Maybe I imitate what I am
Maybe I fear what is coming
Maybe I still love you
Copyright by Gabriel Colombo
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