Annalisa, you have forgotten me
And left me with a shred of hope and dignity
For years, I had to fend for my own
I've had to feed myself and clean my hair with a comb
I will always come back to you but I don't know when
Because I always have constant demons to defend
I cherish the moments in vivid Technicolor
I get weak to my knees and barely speak to one other
You told me a lot of useful things that I will use in my later career
If I go down that destined road, things will be all clear
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
Annalisa, you have forgotten me
And left me with a shred of hope and dignity
For years, I had to fend for my own
I've had to feed myself and clean my hair with a comb
I will always come back to you but I don't know when
Because I always have constant demons to defend
I cherish the moments in vivid Technicolor
I get weak to my knees and barely speak to one other
You told me a lot of useful things that I will use in my later career
If I go down that destined road, things will be all clear
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