the untold
speaking in whispers in your head
wondering why we've never met
sharing with you the deepest little secrets
that i've ever had
feeling my way as if i'm blind
trying to guess what's on your mind
playing with words i hope some day i'll see
what's hidden there inside
feeling the sorrow and regret
wondering why we've never met
trying to think it's only daily troubles
that make me so upset
silently smiling in the crowd
scaring the people all around
never forgetting the strange distraction
that i strangely found
what if i say one careless word?
what if i tell you the untold?
what if i fall down off the cliff
and crush my little crazy world?
am i that strong?
or am i scared by the very single thought
wondering if i ever have the chance
to tell you the untold
28.11.2000
P.S. кстати, я таки это высказал потом, да. и правильно сделал