Our Bodies ache
As Our broken Souls
It seems WE just act
And cover songs
WE work hard on this Stage
And film drama scenes
Forgetting WE're ageing
And there's no time to swing
Time is an enemy, Dear
When YOU joke on It
And when YOU're not serious
But It may be friendly sometimes
So maybe
Our Dreams are rendering now
We are lost
In the forests of our thoughts
Killing each other
But there's ain't nobody to save Us
Except Us
WE made some wrong choices:
To choke Our Hearts with roses
Up to blood
And forward
For what?
For what?
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