Getting tired of these worldly affairs,
Always caught up in someone's snare.
Asking myself if this world is fair,
Looked up at the sky, for a sign, a flare...
Covered myself up in all those lies,
Sadness behind those gloomy eyes.
Letting out those silent cries,
Beneath which my soul slowly dies...
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Getting tired of these worldly affairs,
Always caught up in someone's snare.
Asking myself if this world is fair,
Looked up at the sky, for a sign, a flare...
Covered myself up in all those lies,
Sadness behind those gloomy eyes.
Letting out those silent cries,
Beneath which my soul slowly dies...