terça-feira, novembro 01, 2011

I accept myself
and who am I
besides that

I accept myself
and I know things aren't quite
what I dreamt about

I accept myself
in a kind of joke
in a kind of pray

I accept myself
blue turning to gray
I accept myself
keeping me away
from the people who have hurted me.

I accept myself
as much as I
accept you
but I don't think I like you
that much
I don't even think I like me
enough.

It's okay, baby
it's just part of the deal
you get what is yours
I keep with my ill

I accept myself
maintaining my pride
I just accept myself
keeping me on the fine line
between life and whatever
is coming next.

I just accept myself
and this is what rests
here in my old poor
heart.

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