the rain comes down on my feet ..my feet wasted between 2 ways ..the first foot dancing in the shadow in the street make a line nobodys ever seen ..its like a weight of the loneliness to many lost ppl are ready to gambling
the second foot sleeps in the hallow of the masquerade lies its like the sun gone down after the blood shiny sky
wheres the nice wind that i used to stand and wait to grab my eyes and leave my tears
wheres my black scar that i usually enjoyed when i open it every time just to see and realize that i am real and i exist...
wheres my wrinkles that show the sign of death in me ...i think after all i became so numb
so who will bring me joy i have mind full of simple things its more like ababy steps ( cant run ...cant hide )
i have many witnesses whos ready to show the paralyzed that moving against me
so i have to choose one of my feet to move on
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