oh so nice when I entered the room
Vivid light shines through
Empty shelves looking sorta despised
I cannot recognize
Myself
In this place of art
friends ask me if Im alright, but I've been torn apart
Is it true that inner code changes with time?
Hurts my spine
I dont feel like developed myself for too much
Not a bit a perfection these days, avalanche
is in me still, 'cross all this moons that gone out
What is this all about?
memories shake and look scared at the core of my brain
Im all keen in things if they could stay the same
cause my mom and my friends are now far
Granny said she left a door ajar
for me
but look at it
Im not sure
Im insecure
fate says that I'd rather turn left than to follow the old
Im all odd like the usual, I never do what I've been told
and an angel that sits on my chest
knows no rest
with me
cause Im split
ajar
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