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I�ve hung
myself up in this sand castle.
Hey you, what is your name? Is there a place for me? Oh could you tell me? I saw
you hidden in this garden.
And I know you�re all real. Baby, I can feel your warmth. Your hand is what I want
to hold. Picking blue flowers
My fate tells me no. Don�t smile on me, light on me. I can�t go to you, I have to
much to hide. I have no name for me that you can call.
You know that I can�t show you me, give you me. I can�t you how bad I can really
be. I wear a mask again and go to see you. But I still want you...
Bloomed in this garden, surrounded by sharp thorns, a flower just like you. If only
I could take off my foolish mask.
But I know it won�t last. It can�t ever be like that. I can�t face you, I must hide
because I�m ugly.
I�m so miserable. Day by day, I�m so afraid. Will you stay with me or leave me, in
the end? I wear my mask again and go see you.
What I can do. In this planet, in this garden. Bloom the pretty flowers that look
just like you. And breathe as the me that I want you to know. But I still want
you...
If I could somehow, go back in time just for awhile. To have the courage to face
and be in front of you. Would everything between us be different now?
I�m crying in pain. How can this be? You�ve damaged me. My castle has fallin down,
I�m standing all alone. Looking at the mask that has been broken. And I still want
you...
But I still want you x2
And I still want you...