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2010-12-02 | |
I know it
And I say it so bluntly, plainly and every ālyā you wish, arenāt I?
On the path of my dreams and desires
Of my nightmares and wishes.
Cannot find my compass
Iām 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 pastā¦..like me.
Yeah, Iām a lunatic
An alien of this world
Breaking through you,
Trying to keep up the pace with everybody
But I canātā¦.
Iām left behindā¦.
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 youāll hear it,
Fearing that youād ignore it,
Knowing that youāll silent it with ignorance.
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