Hard and unmerciful
life takes its toll on the soul
soon I´ll be gone
to another party,
another town,
another place
with another face
but still the same
old soul suffering
from its eternal
immortality
My face in the mirror
I have no power
no will
just time to act
on yesterdays problems
Breading bad rumors
by telling all these lies
about myself
compensating all
shortcomings
still the sun shines
on me
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June
All our hopes and expectation are now gone
left is the bleak future
that will replace the even
bleaker past
The sun gives us life when we
are young
and destroys us when we´re old
everything in between is just the empty void
we call life
