The rose
Tell me why I cannot be someone ordinary
someone with some ordinary thoughts for a start?
I cannot organise my thoughts
- I think I get worried too easily
but no, it's just this mania of being a dreamer!
I don't expect you to comprehend but tell me
why I can't even pretend I am an ordinary girl.
I'm tired of being the only one in the world
that seems to care about simple things - like a rose.
I cannot control my thoughts
they just slip away from me
my colleagues just decided I am mad
because I cannot engage a simple conversation
because life as it happens just bother me.
I'm tired of being the only one in the world
that seems to care about simple things - like a rose.
'Cause everyone just walk too fast for me
and I am the only one that stopped to see
the rose laying on the sidewalk
and I picked it up and brought it with me
as a broken souvenir.
That's what I meant to say when I tell
that I'm tired of being the only one
that seems to care about simple things - like a rose.