People of glass
filled with the tears of human eyes
living in the land of fragile
with broken hearts
One of us is here, the other is there
we don’t know who really is where
one day we want to find happiness somewhere
in the land of fragile
All we can see through glass
is we are full of fear and mistrust
we don’t have love but we know lust
in the land of fragile
People of glass
they are every one of us
living with broken hearts
in the land of fragile.
Kayıt Tarihi : 5.8.2009 00:46:00
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