When I look around me,
I see what people wander,
wander what they’ll make
of their life
For I already know!
to go to that miraculous light,
to be free and untouchable
never your heart to take flight
Your words don’t effect my heart
anymore, you only want it to hurt
you speak a irredeemable art
trying to bring me down to a lost bog
Your personalty brings me to a thought
a thought of the horrendous past you gave to me
what if you could only see,
the joy you could have shown the sea.
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