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You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch
In the periphery of darkness
On your way to the light
You're gonna make a choice
After struggling inside
You must refuse
You must resist
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 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.
What you choose to believe
will affect how you perceive.
A picture’s worth a thousand words,
or possibly less or more.
There’s more than meets the eye.
If time were relative,
then I’d like a pause
for a sense of relief
without any cause.
Let me roam around,
No more magic?
Why vacant as it is?
Who took all of it?
Nothing to pick.
Dementors have resided,
I sit behind the pond
This cool night wind is curious
It stands to my resort
Where they do always jury us
I should feel what is real
Nobody wins.
Everybody loses.
Stories told,
bought and sold.
Facts versus fiction.
We can still see each other,
thanks to the webcam on our computers
or hear each other on our phones.
Still,
some things are irreplacable.
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
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
