Now I feel so exhausted
I'm so done keeping fire.
Hope my lyrics are posted,
While my heart is bare wire.
And I dream of belonging,
Waiting for the satire.
Staying calm, while I'm longing
For the beautiful liar.
Yes, my liar keeps changing
Every day, every minute,
Every second or moment
That he seems to ignite.
One day it’s my passion,
Another it’s hope.
I don’t really know how
To name this at all.
And my mind is, damn, oh so broken
Full of lust, lost in the stars.
I try running, I am fully woken,
But my eyes just see lonely Mars.
Not Jupiter, not Pluto, nor Venus.
I see Mars, it’s saying it all.
I play hard, but my gambling is weaken
Due to madness, that’s keeping my soul.
How can I change whatever
That's inside of my head?
I must dream of pure heaven,
While my mind is dark hell.
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