There is something I need to share,
The reason why I am always awake.
It keeps me from feeling my usual freedom,
And all my confessions cannot ease the pain.
I'm tryin' to get rid of it,but my intentions
Fall to the ground when the night's coming up.
It knows I am weaker and scratches my ears
With rough quite whispers about that "love".
I fight, and I struggle,I scream- no one hears me,
So tell me at least- what is this feeling called?
There is no one in here. The answer is silence.
I am confused. And it's getting cold
Outside. And inside of
Some girl who just dreams to be needed one day.
They call her "the lonely". But they don't tell her...
This is that "something" she wanted to say.
18.08.2013
Something
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