sábado, 12 de março de 2011

Mister big?

Looking back today, to what I was, what I wanted to be
I can only see a shadow
Shadow of what I believed, a shadow of me
Lost, looking for the reason, the reason that I believed was him
Begging for Mr. Big's love
Begging for his attention

And when I left
When I ran away
I finally realise what that Mr. Big really meant
In the end I could see that
Mr. Big was in fact so small