小利口 こりこう korikou (adj-na,n) clever, smart

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    tisdag 20 juli 2010


















    I read between the lines and try not to listen to your words All they do is confuse me Those were the same words that use to seduce me Left without a trace on the hollow images of my last memories I did not read the page where it said you were no good for me I let the water from my tears Stain the pages and the chapters of so many years Refuse to admit it Refused to allow anyone near You alone have seen the contents of what I have here I hid it so well that when the right person came along I could straight away tell You were Mr One for me But as soon as the ink had dried you needed to be free I read between the lines I know I should have seen the signs The next one that will ever read must swear love and devotion to me So I sit alone at the String cafe with a book in my hand Drinking my tea Listening to a old jazztune Thinking why I ever left my life in ruins