I sit on a bench somewhere alone,
hug the soul only headphones.
I no longer flinch from a drop in the rain.
not afraid of no wind or chilblain.
One with nobody to call.
This city makes me feel so small.
Passing no one will pay attention,
because nobody needs your presence.
Never find the answer in my mind
Why part of me someone hid.
There must be someone somewhere
Who can tell me something sincere?
In the meantime, only the rain is crying with me.
and helps silently from despair to become free.
after all, who walk around the town,
won't even hear my scream without the sound.
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