terça-feira, 10 de novembro de 1998

Friends...

Friends, no longer exist
Just people you get along with
I can’t seem to find a twin soul
Someone who could fulfill me whole...

In this world there’s nothing,
In this world there’s everything.
There’s no courage, dreams, passion...
But plenty of hate, indifference, sadness...

My brain is crooked, my head confused...
Like a bloody madman, crying out,
Crying out for love, for understanding...
Helpless tries, no one cares...

So I’ll be here walking,
Walking in the night,
Abandoned in the rain…
I’ll be here...
All by myself...
Suffering quietly...

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