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why do I have to miss you so
it is just a wast of time
why shall I weep or cry for you
If my sleep will not turn back.
Everytime we had a fight
you were chasing my -emotions- down*
Weeping, longing for the peace
and other things I couldn't give.
Now it is my time to weep,
But you won't have the joy
of me crying out for you
You don't fit now in my soul
Now my heart is bigger than yesterday
for i have learned a bit of you:
To play with other's feelings
and hang out with other girls.
And I'm full without having food
One hundred women have been born:
Girls at first, now I drink
for thanks to me they're grown.
Sorcerer, or so they say
but the shame is not on me
They were looking for my love
And becoming women, was their proud**
A lot of people call me bastard
For their girls are not girls anymore
and they won't play with dolls again:
they're my dolls, I don't care for toys.
And I don't wanna be good looking,
I'm just sort of controversial.
My heart has been hurt before,
Revenge is what I am looking for.
And I'm full without having food
One hundred women have been born:
Girls at first, now I drink
for thanks to me they're grown.