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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-01-09 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Something happened too late than it should have. Maybe its fair, maybe its just as it should be. Someones making a move, but I dont wanna see, I dont wanna hear, nor think nor shorten the distance. Ill 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! Im falling and Im falling badly. Ill 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 dont heal, A child is aching, this story seems too unreal. I am not insane, I wish I were, But I think that someones playing a game, Im 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 cant stop thinking And Im left alone in this unfinished project That dares to let me die. Friday, January 09, 2009 21:17:23
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