Dystopia is here with the rain
As well as the cold humidity of a
Meadow in the summer
We never wanted to be here
Always on the run
Moving from city to the city
But being a prison of
Time and circumstances
Not much choices being given
Dystopia is here with the rain
As well as the cold humidity of a
Meadow in the summer
We never wanted to be here
Always on the run
Moving from city to the city
But being a prison of
Time and circumstances
Not much choices being given
The best thing is not a thing
But a feeling
I have been silent
For such a long time
No uttering a word
Kept my thoughts
To my self
And now I don’t see
Why it would matter
Anymore
All my battles will be lost
All my thoughts will be forgotten
One day so let’s give them
Wings and words
It is sometimes hard to be forgiving
Trial and error has limited value
On a long journey through the night
Makes me more sure of this
But inside us other things turn
Out to be true
In the pale morning light
When I was young
I wanted to be strong and without fear
Fly all over the world with my wings
Instead I lost it all
Failed again and again
In my shame and grief
IÂ hide in my cell
But the wound was painful, it went deep into the heart
I could not from the world stay apart
I had to repeat again and agin
What I could not do, I had to do
Again and again
And my life went into a loop
New people, new failures
To prove once and for all how bad I really am
But that was not end
I realized that I had to transcend
To see life from a different point of view
And play with a friend
And that was finally the end
I don´t see any meaning
To live with you is like being
beaten verbally every day
of the year
You made my life hell
And still you stay with me
I have to end this now
Now I been saying this for
So many years
This is the heavy moment
All this blame
All this critical comments
Whatever you do is wrong
Shame on you
Everything will go wrong
No I am not depressed
Just blaming you of everything
this very evening
You do not clean well
You do not take care of the children, well
You lie to me all the time
You have not done anything, anytime
No not good enough
Only my insane math is valid argument
It is all over now
It is all over me now
the pain, the memories
the fear of tomorrow
There are no lights
in the attic on the other side of the street anymore
I miss my freedom
I feel time has got me again
The now will turn
to autumn and winter again
and again
each year with a little shorter summer
I miss my youth
I miss my future
and my past
but who could know
this then and now?
The evening falls fast
this time of the year
I am blocked
I cannot deal
with this anymore
Year after year
the same problem
and the same
inability
to do anything
about it
Deep in my heart
there are so much pain
I do not know why anymore
never mind
This might not be important
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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