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Something happened too late than it should have.
Maybe it’s fair, maybe it’s just as it should be. Someone’s making a move, but I don’t wanna see, I don’t wanna hear, nor think nor shorten the distance. I’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 arise… 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! I’m falling and I’m falling badly. I’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 don’t heal, A child is aching, this story seems too unreal. I am not insane, I wish I were, But I think that someone’s playing a game, I’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 row… The heart degrading, head in the clouds And I’m left alone in this unfinished project That dares to let me die. Friday, January 09, 2009 21:17:23
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