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I seem to have forgotten that
Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And who has already Written your sentence There’s nothing more to be done Just wait Just live With a fake smile on your face And a faint hope In your melting heart I want.. I want to be forgiven For I must have comitted a terrible crime Long ago.. It seems so strange That love could save me When I have no love When I try not to hope When I want to lose my dreams Somehow Somewhere In the thick mist covering my soul Covering my whole being I want to be forgiven For I know not what I am For I am too afraid to find out For I need love My eyes Know not why they have been cursed To see a picture So strange So full of pain and blood and fury So amazing, so full of hope So lacking balance and justice and love Needing love What a strange word Uttered so often With a different meaning everytime Always the same Always trying to save At least one ray One ray of light, one ray of beauty And succeeding everytime... I have been slapped Over and over again With such strength But felt nothing Never any feelings... For I had become so little Almost inexistent Covered by the shelter Of your words They cursed me and saved me Hit me and lifted me Stole all my thoughts And then left me To lie there To melt there I felt my heart Trying to jump,to dance And yet just preserving That cruel silence That meant nothing That brought nothing Just peace Just pain Just happyness Your words seemed too big For the small door locking my brain But my heart wanted them so badly My heart had no doors And they rushed in Glad to have found a home A home dumped long ago By a reckless ghost... And still That was not enough The words kept coming and coming Singing a song I had not heard before And making me a prisoner of my own heart Of their own power... So ruthless were the words So unaware Of the sweet pain they caused And everytime One of them said goodbye A piece of me became a souvenir And I bled And forgot I ever owned it... Thank you for the words And for taking What no one else wanted Thank you for not leaving My soul empty And please Never look into my eyes For then you would take everything at once And that would be such a pity You would leave me empty again Much too soon...
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