Some days I wish I couldn’t read br So I could stare at words which are painful and laugh br Some days I wish I couldn’t see br So everything that brought tears in plain sight I wouldn’t know br Some days I wish I didn’t have a heart br That way, I'd save a ton of water from all my tears br br It is for me that pain was made br If my sorrow of course you tallied br Or my tears, matter of fact you weighted br You would be up Manjaro and back br And I’d still be counting my sorrow br For each sorrow is heavy indeed br br Like burning candles in the wind br Not a shade from me, not a shade from you br Our friendship so young to live inside br Where is spring? Where is the love? br The light is out, the wind is strong br Yet, the night is too young to say good bye br br br I am lost for words.