And in the winter months,

the sky,
grey with clouds
and smog

tears well in the eyes
of the children of dust.


For the sun has forsaken us

Life is sorta like a game
                                               Your're a character of whoever
                                             It has a good side and a wrong side
                                                 Either think positive or negative
                                                 Win prizes in the end
                                                    Ur heart sometimes is played like a game
                                                   For the person you love is betraying you
                                               You chose what you wanna do with it

I say your name in my sleep
I see your face in my dreams
My heart, just like bed sheets
Is coming apart at the *seams

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One day these bricks and buildings were meadows
These fields the processions of spring garden

One day on these meadows used to play the cowboy’s melancholy flute  
These fields the playground of the furious grasshoppers

These bricks were rivers
These buildings processions of water

In these rivers the moon's dispersion played on the uprising waves,
How softly the sailor sang his lonely song, disappearing within the shadows!

Travelers,
Have I told you a fairy tale?

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Everyone around me is falling into a pit of depression
Self hate, self concept, self image, destroyed
And I am desperately struggling to pull them out
But when I reach for one hand,
It means I'm letting go of the other