And sometimes I just feel I'm a child
Needing love, needing care, need asylum
I feel pity for myself, on my knees I cry for help
But now it's all ok, it is just another day
And I'm just pleased to be here, if I wasn't then ok
I'll know I've lived my life as if there's no another day
I don't mind to be a child,
'Cause there's so much time to grow when you die
It's a matter of time, take your medicine and sleep
And I do complain a lot, but that's the way it is for me
I don't cry myself to sleep, but someone here would be just fine
But now it's all ok, it was just another day
You'll cry and I won't come, what's the lonely description of 'love'?
Many times I've been in love, many times it was just a cold
I don't mind to be too old,
'Cause there's so much more than what meets the eye
