Would you like me if I could've leave my past back? But who am I without it? You want me to be like one of them? You want an illusion of myself that I can't give you... Who are you after that? Changing places, trying to fit it. Caring their broken pieces, being scared that they'll not remember me. Hey, how you're doing? Can't you see, they're under my skin. Used my inspiration just for some protection...but, guess I need an army. Wish I could run on the streets again, feeling the desire of not being caught. But, it's too dark and I can't see the way anymore. A goof, who tries to be cold and saw his demons fought. A moron, who doesn't give a damn about new things, because he's missing the past.Pff, what a cure... May I stop and just look around? I can't belive it's my life. Need to get used to it. Am i dreaming? Why can't I control it? Have you've ever tried to look at the sun without closing your eyes? I know...asking something for what I know the answer is stupid, But imagine how much fun we would have. Just the bright dot and our sighs. So unfair to admire the stars, but the sun...I miss the light...I miss feeling human. Winter snow is too pure to face the reality of our dirty world. Never loved frost, but it matchs my mood so good, that I can't ignore it. Like the thoughts in my mind the snowflakes seem lonely and swirled. Am at this point when reflecting about weather is easier than talking with someone.Ouch, it was hard to admit. Dizzy, sick and burned out. Hello, you hear me? Homeless eyes.Wavy hair. Is it wrong, wanting to meet your enemies so bad? Give me a sign.Maybe I still have some hope... Getting help from someone I've never met, but being ignored by those who were here all the time. Saying those rude things makes me feel like a villain from a digital comic...Exept the fact that I'm not that pretty and I don't want any kind of gain. I know you feel the cold wind too, but maybe...somehow...I will see your face again.Ah, how sublime. When my soul will be warmed in yellow harmony, when the fear will disappear...we could meet again. When all my flowers bloom.
Would you like me if I could've leave my past back?
But who am I without it?
You want me to be like one of them?
You want an illusion of myself that I can't give you...

Who are you after that?
Changing places, trying to fit it.
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Would you like me if I could've leave my past back? But who am I without it? You want me to be like one of them? You want an illusion of myself that I can't give you... Who are you after that? Changing places, trying to fit it. Caring their broken pieces, being scared that they'll not remember me. Hey, how you're doing? Can't you see, they're under my skin. Used my inspiration just for some protection...but, guess I need an army. Wish I could run on the streets again, feeling the desire of not being caught. But, it's too dark and I can't see the way anymore. A goof, who tries to be cold and saw his demons fought. A moron, who doesn't give a damn about new things, because he's missing the past.Pff, what a cure... May I stop and just look around? I can't belive it's my life. Need to get used to it. Am i dreaming? Why can't I control it? Have you've ever tried to look at the sun without closing your eyes? I know...asking something for what I know the answer is stupid, But imagine how much fun we would have. Just the bright dot and our sighs. So unfair to admire the stars, but the sun...I miss the light...I miss feeling human. Winter snow is too pure to face the reality of our dirty world. Never loved frost, but it matchs my mood so good, that I can't ignore it. Like the thoughts in my mind the snowflakes seem lonely and swirled. Am at this point when reflecting about weather is easier than talking with someone.Ouch, it was hard to admit. Dizzy, sick and burned out. Hello, you hear me? Homeless eyes.Wavy hair. Is it wrong, wanting to meet your enemies so bad? Give me a sign.Maybe I still have some hope... Getting help from someone I've never met, but being ignored by those who were here all the time. Saying those rude things makes me feel like a villain from a digital comic...Exept the fact that I'm not that pretty and I don't want any kind of gain. I know you feel the cold wind too, but maybe...somehow...I will see your face again.Ah, how sublime. When my soul will be warmed in yellow harmony, when the fear will disappear...we could meet again. When all my flowers bloom.

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