“Diana”
I
see your ebony hair and skin of tea in the morning paper.
I
hear your voice, your laugh when you say another “Vas Happenin'?”
in the interview.
You're
saying that you're just a normal guy, who makes dream come true.
But
I see your angel wings.
I
would like to be them, whenever you'll fall down.
I
would like to dry all the tears spilled by you.
But
baby, I'm just a fragile like porcelain Diana.
I
can only scream and cry every night to a pillow.
I
swear to be by your side with my thoughts and protect your life.
But
in fact I'm begging you to save mine.
Then...
Please save me.... from myself.
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