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Anything,
Anything in the world
Will be able to change
The truth of my inner sorrow.
It doesn’t make sense
Raise one’s voice
To be oneself understood,
Life is full of ups and downs.
My soul is always lonely
A story full of mystery
A blank sheet of paper
Lacking of meaning.
I’m that I am
Exactly I am
And I’ll never change
My stupid behaviour
My ill personality
How I erase my disfavour?
How I became again?
My way is broken
And my leg is tired
If I would paint the moon
The sleep of a soul
With rainbow colours
‘Cause my person is grey.
A child crying
Flows in my veins
Is it worth a life
Where sadness floods the heart?
Anything in the world
Will be able to change
The truth of my inner sorrow.
It doesn’t make sense
Raise one’s voice
To be oneself understood,
Life is full of ups and downs.
My soul is always lonely
A story full of mystery
A blank sheet of paper
Lacking of meaning.
I’m that I am
Exactly I am
And I’ll never change
My stupid behaviour
My ill personality
How I erase my disfavour?
How I became again?
My way is broken
And my leg is tired
If I would paint the moon
The sleep of a soul
With rainbow colours
‘Cause my person is grey.
A child crying
Flows in my veins
Is it worth a life
Where sadness floods the heart?
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