Ups.. It’s not about you! It’s all about me, honey!
by George Sicillia
Coz I know my heart would be broken if I go there
Coz I can not stand on that side like I want
Melting the rock of me!
Do not look at me like that
You know Spiderman would not save you
And just like Sandman said,
“Not bad-man, just bad-luck”
Promise you teaching a new song of happiness
And say how much I love you thousand times
But forgive me to keep stay here
And saving all tears behind the smile
I’ll be waiting like the sweety
Till you grew up and be the one you want
Composing a march of triumph to me
And let me feel sorry for never be there
I am fainthearted even never told you about that
So let me be here at this side like Pharisee
Forgive me thousand times, sweetheart…
The loves I said not bring me there
With love to all little angels in my life.
Sorry cannot cross the threshold.