Keeps coming back

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

this song keeps coming back and each time it does it hits me harder....i wish one day i can write such awesome thoughts....the power of Stings words is such that it can haunt you even after the songs over, it can go so deep in your soul and shake it up that you know that you will never be the same again.....i know i have changed everytime this song has played.



i wish someday i would know how to deal the cards, i wish someday i will know that how to take the chance.....