These stupid trends once wreck my head,
I fight them hard or I'm dead.
My efforts are misunderstood,
That brings me pain and it's no good.
My friends are doubtful and dismissed,
I really feel myself amiss.
No feels - no harm, but there's no way...
To think is seemed to go astray.
Why should I go? Why should I stay?
Is this November? Is this May day?
Who's there above to rule my fate?
Please, let me find a soulmate.
And here I came to talk for good?
Or give me power to cut this root!
Or send the lights of yours to me
To feel the might of ever be.
And now I chat, and now I'm clown.
Someone decides to put me down.
My useless wrath can help no more
And I'm blackhearted as a whore...
The Black Heart
© Copyright: Тантео Брассо, 2013
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