On A Saturday Evening.

I am easy to forgive, but close to impossible to forget.
It is all in my mind, it is all from my mind,
It is all in your mind, it is all from your mind
No need to say to remember, I will do
Because inside,
The face, the words and the moments remains.
No possible good way to forget.

On this evening,
I think about the words I have said, the things I have done
and then I see how fool I have been
Trying to be a saviour when I am nothing but a girl. A little girl.
How desperate my heart, my inner has been showing itself.
I still want to escape from here,

But I know it is not that way it is going to happen.

An evening full
Of water, writings, ideas, singings, revaluation of life. Of the life there is in me.