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Nov 2014
They keep staring like there's something on my face
Step away, no movies showing on display

I walk until i hit a wall and continue astray
Besides, i don't even see my own self sometimes

But i smile in case there's someone i endear
Keep my face hidden like a professional puppeteer

I'm lost in the middle of what you think and what i am
I'm beaten down for my astound sound

They're annoyed from what i say
But they'll  be even more furious if i said what i really thought, foul play

Now walk away..

I met a lot of folks which i never cared to get their name
Better for them to erase me from their memory
I'll stay in this penitentiary, let it be the death of me

'Cause i'll never miss them they're nothing but a stain buried in the dungeon of my brain

I'll never fit in..
My life's like a novel of science fiction..
I hope you like it.
Ayman Zain
Written by
Ayman Zain  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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