Sometimes I simply lose control, sometimes…
And I forget about all, sometimes…
I don’t care of them at all, sometimes…
I think they’re ugly, dull and small, sometimes…
But when I look into my soul, sometimes…
I see the dark and empty hole, sometimes…
I think, I’ll something new install, sometimes…
I’m sure; quite sure, I love them all, sometimes…
Of course, I feel, I love YOU all, sometimes… Sometimes…
