Shy – Sonata Arctica

I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,
I’m shy and turn my head away
Working late in diner Citylight, I see that you get home alright
Make sure that you can’t see me, hoping you will see me

Sometimes I’m wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can’t be acting like my Dana (can you)
I see you in Citylight diner serving all those meals and then
I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I’m shy can’t you see

Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway “I would any day die for you”,
I write on paper erased away
Still I sit in diner Citylight, drinking coffee or reading lies
Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you

Sometimes I’m wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can’t be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I’m shy can’t you see

I see, can’t have you, can’t leave you, there ’cause I must sometimes see you
And I don’t understand how you can keep me in chains
And every waking hour, I feel you taking power From me and I can’t leave
Repeating the scenery over again

Sometimes I’m wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can’t be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I’m shy can’t you see,

Oh baby, Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I’m shy can’t you, I’m shy can’t you, I’m shy can’t you see

f*cking dreams. they end when you wake up in front of reality *straight face* morning already? *yawning*

orphan… HIV or any other incurable disease… bastard… autist… eisenhower… loonatic… psychedelic… mentally ill… death…

ride of your life = reach the afterlife

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About Adina

motoare, munte, cai, verde, libertate, mare, lacramioare, salbatic, zbor, fotografie, cai, natura, concret, echilibru, teatru, floare de colt, folk, foc de tabara, oameni
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