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
immortalityÂ
My face in the mirror
I have no power
no willÂ
just time to act
on yesterdays problems
Breading  bad rumors
by telling all these lies
about myselfÂ
compensating all
shortcomingsÂ
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
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