They call that fear
And a wall is built before my eyes
They say, "You're too vulgar"
"Don't come any closer"
Ah...open the door
You can hear it, can't you?
This darkness is crushing
That's where I was
Open the door right this instant
This red, red, swollen
Pain called loss...
Ah...I'm breaking
You have no obligation
To so lightly interfere
These chains that bind me
Complain once more, laughing loudly
If I give up, will it be easier?
You're not there to reach out to me anymore...
That's the scenery I should have seen
But if I don't peek out from this crack
I can't see it anymore
Ah...I'm breaking
You have no obligation
To so lightly interfere
The quarantined scenery
Disappears faintly, without a sound
The bitter voice, the shouting voice
I mope, staring at my lost ideals...
These chains that bind me
Complain once more, laughing loudly
If I give up, will it be easier?
You're not there to reach out to me anymore...
joi, 26 martie 2009
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