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You’ll never know
but he misses the old days
when you seemed to love him so,
in your arms, he’d felt safe and protected.
You only see
It’s one hell of a scary piece of art.
It’s not about being rude for the sake of it.
It’s showing the face behind the mask,
no make-up but scars.
Let’s see who sticks around,
The crowd has never looked so treacherous.
Nobody’s being serious
when it comes to dealing with the virus.
They simply group,
like hopeful fans for some photoshoots,
Take a step back and analyse.
Listen to some sounding advice.
Do you like what you see?
Are you longing to be free?
Think three steps ahead.
Love's gonna make you nothing
And you will be down in the dumps
So crawl to me right now
I need a guy like you
Someone who has no soul and heart
And whose mind's filled with nothing
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
No more magic?
Why vacant as it is?
Who took all of it?
Nothing to pick.
Dementors have resided,
Thy name was what they used to die for
And I had refused to bow down before
They walked in line believing they were right
But never seriously took they his might
The tyranny stands against us
Are you afraid of my face?
I am human too,
just like you.
This face represents me.
This is part of my identity.
How to recognise me,
What is it with people like you?
You treat everything a competition,
all in the name of public acknowledgment.
You flaunt your fortunes,
clearly fishing for compliments.
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch