No name

Even in the crowd of people
I'm feeling so lonely,
It seems like every where is evil,
I'm falling in obscurity slowly.

I feel nothing,
I feel everything,
And that's all in the same time,
And that's how I feel it all the time.

I'm so tired of living,
I know I am nothing,
Who belong to no one,
Who don't know how to have a fun.

Here's no place in the world for me,
And I even don't know who I want to be,
No chasing for my future living,
I don't have a think who I'm being.

I'm walking down at streets in the loneliness,
In awareness that I'm truly fucking mess,
Some people have a god bless,
But I'm cursed, I guess.

I'm wearing the eyeglasses and the jacket with color of the darkest night,
The sky is middle of purple and blue,
It's a little bit cold, 'cause the sun isn't still bright as it might,
I try to think straight, but I'm fucking crazy and have this clue.


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