212 (21.02.2015)

Wish you could see what it's like to be me
And see what I see with my little eye...
Little faces laughing in every tree
Stars in hysterics up there in the sky.
Deep in my eyes there’s terrible sorrow
It suddenly appeared and has not gone
Won’t be less, but just be more tomorrow
Try not to show it, it just carries on.
Know how it started, but not how it ends
Where are we going with our twisted love?
When I ask you, you just say “It depends
On how you behave and stars up above.”
Trapped and I know it, but want to be here,
On my knees constantly shadowed by fear.

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