consider yourself lucky
an amazing grace of nature
will you ever know the weight of tears
my eyes have pourd because of you
when you tell me of the knives
that slide across your skin
I'm thrown back to all of those memories
that I've been trying so long to forget

I wish you could look into my momories now
God... it's like I'm speaking to myself
you, the person I look up to
the one who has it all,
the talent, the charm
and the most beautiful fregile look
is exactly like me, repeating my mistakes.

what do I say to make it all better
how can I ever transfer that feeling
that things will be ok, that you will be fine
that when I look at you,
I see power with no limits,
like the sun - you'll never know an end.

if only you could see things,
from my narrow point of view.
you'd see yourself glowing
a puzzel who is looking for that one last piece.