the smell of soap,
gloomy light and tight space.
bottom of a closet -
my favourite place.
through the days of void
i was carried through without a doubt
by the endless hope i'll run on you
when i'll be down and out.
feeling so unreal,
so open your eyes, still try to hold on.
step in between,
sorrow and grief, and this will stay on.
and one day i saw
no matter who you are,
no matter who is close,
we are all alone
in our small lives
and there's no choice.
and one day i saw
no matter who am i,
no matter who is close,
i'll be all alone
in my small life
and there's no choice. |
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