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2009-01-09 | |
Something happened too late than it should have.
Maybe itâ€™s fair, maybe itâ€™s just as it should be.
Someoneâ€™s making a move, but I donâ€™t wanna see,
I donâ€™t wanna hear, nor think nor shorten the distance.
Iâ€™ll keep them away cause it hurts too much
And the more I break the more I feel the rust.
A beautiful rose turned lifelessly black,
From time to time it would ariseâ€¦
But not from now on and I swear,
Cross my heart and hope to die
If I ever wear that smile again;
The one that always fades away.
I swear now and again and again!
Iâ€™m falling and Iâ€™m falling badly.
Iâ€™ll either turn to dust or become its queen,
A frozen stone in a broken world
Where no one gives you the right to be,
The right to feel or touch or smile.
It hurts to breathe, wounds donâ€™t heal,
A child is aching, this story seems too unreal.
I am not insane, I wish I were,
But I think that someoneâ€™s playing a game,
Iâ€™m the main character,
I was changed,
I was given trials and I have failed.
The performer got bored of its game
And left me thirsty for days in a rowâ€¦
The heart degrading, head in the clouds
And Iâ€™m left alone in this unfinished project
That dares to let me die.
Friday, January 09, 2009
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