One, two, three, four.
Sometimes I wish I could fly just like a bird.
Cause all those given realities it just hurts.
Sometimes the night got brighter than the day.
And I got on my piano and I used to play.
So I wrote this little song, it's not for you.
I wrote it for me cause I need something good for me to do.
I forgot about time and space.
Crime and hate on this earth.
I'm light years away from having a clue.
Oh no, no, no.
I need to learn to love myself again.
Cause my inner clock says I've not much time to spend.
There's no one to talk to.
Or maybe just myself.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Please forgive me for that kind of selfishness.
But often it's better to think of yourself, I guess.
And when the lights go down on the stage of life.
And I'm alone at home.
I got distress.
I need to learn to love myself again.
Cause my inner clock says I've not much time to spend.
There's no one to talk to.
Or maybe just myself.
Everything ends someday.
Should that moment you have to choose the right way.
And all you can do is beg and pray.
On that fateful day.
I need to learn to love myself again.
Cause my inner clock says I've not much time to spend.
There's no one to talk to.
Or maybe just myself.
Or maybe just myself.
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