I’ll tie you in strings;
I’ll be your master of puppets…
LOVE is a kind of bondage…
but who can keep a feeling tied down?
when it’s supposed to be free,
to fly… like a bird in the sky…
only then… only if it comes back to me,
I’ll know it’s mine.
Mine... yours... his... hers...
It’s just a game we play
Because we all know
We can not own feelings.
One can not own the weather,
can not own the rain…
or sunny days…
we wish for them to stay,
we pray they linger long…
but at the end of the day,
we settle with what we are given.
...
Who decides who gets the rain,
and who will get the sun?
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