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Sympathy
I feel like I am broken
Trying to hear good words that aren't spoken
People can no longer hurt me I am beyond thirsty
My soul hungers for more then spiritual wonders
as a child love made me, as a human love destroyed me
I can no longer exist with the non existing
The madness finds me in a already made prison
Reasoning with emotions i ask what choice do we really have
can you relate to a truly loving and peaceful person
who felt like his halo vanished and
wings were ripped from his back
there's no serenity in screaming no freedom in hatred
If someone were to run, where is there any sanctuary
The light hurts, so dose the truth
There's nothing to see in the darkness,
If I know nothing, how do I see
Try hearing things you shouldn't
Seeing things that hurt, feeling things that you lose
Talking about nonsense rather then life
searching for lies rather then finding real truth
I look for my few last seconds here in this world
weather I embrace nothing or become everything
The circle of life and at the end is death
we have made dieing a preferred choice
then living in harmony.
Trying to hear good words that aren't spoken
People can no longer hurt me I am beyond thirsty
My soul hungers for more then spiritual wonders
as a child love made me, as a human love destroyed me
I can no longer exist with the non existing
The madness finds me in a already made prison
Reasoning with emotions i ask what choice do we really have
can you relate to a truly loving and peaceful person
who felt like his halo vanished and
wings were ripped from his back
there's no serenity in screaming no freedom in hatred
If someone were to run, where is there any sanctuary
The light hurts, so dose the truth
There's nothing to see in the darkness,
If I know nothing, how do I see
Try hearing things you shouldn't
Seeing things that hurt, feeling things that you lose
Talking about nonsense rather then life
searching for lies rather then finding real truth
I look for my few last seconds here in this world
weather I embrace nothing or become everything
The circle of life and at the end is death
we have made dieing a preferred choice
then living in harmony.
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