How am I supposed to live this life?
I have lost the inspiration that kept me alive
The stars and the moon mourn for me
I cherish the starry nights
Laying down under their silver lights
Now, I only have dark and gloomy nights
Let no one know of my suffering- I said
That night I drove looking for comfort
I gazed at the firmament
What has become of me? – I asked
The world is cold and bitter
I can only feel the warmth of my tears.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
How am I supposed to live this life?
I have lost the inspiration that kept me alive
The stars and the moon mourn for me
I cherish the starry nights
Laying down under their silver lights
Now, I only have dark and gloomy nights
Let no one know of my suffering- I said
That night I drove looking for comfort
I gazed at the firmament
What has become of me? – I asked
The world is cold and bitter
I can only feel the warmth of my tears.
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