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2010-12-02 | |
I know it
And I say it so bluntly, plainly and every â€ślyâ€ť you wish, arenâ€™t I?
On the path of my dreams and desires
Of my nightmares and wishes.
Cannot find my compass
Iâ€™m looking for them everywhere
I cannot find them.
Acting like a lunatic,
My favourite part, the one that suits me best
Paranoid, a cornered rat,
Enraged, lost, confused.
Looking for you
Cannot see you anywhere
Oh, no! I think I saw you!
Trapped by your fears, by your pastâ€¦..like me.
Yeah, Iâ€™m a lunatic
An alien of this world
Breaking through you,
Trying to keep up the pace with everybody
But I canâ€™tâ€¦.
Iâ€™m left behindâ€¦.
So I grasp the icy soul of mine
I try to bring it back to life
And I feel it dying with every second
Leaving behind it darkness and emptiness.
Just help me!
This is my first cry for help
Hoping that youâ€™ll hear it,
Fearing that youâ€™d ignore it,
Knowing that youâ€™ll silent it with ignorance.
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