There’s the man walking alone,
who’s a friend I've known for long
With things that happened around you,
the sadness won’t be blew
I see the blood in your eyes,
I see the love in disguise,
I see the pain hidden in your pride,
and you are not satisfied.
Sadness, lonelyness, sorrows,
the dreams have died, the hope has died.
Existence with no reasons.
Your life’s just passing within each season.
I see the truth in your lies,
I see the guilt beneath the shame,
I see your soul through your window pane,
and nobody’s by your side...
Everything happened just doesn't seem right,
Is it just a dream, or my own reflection on the broken mirror...?
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
There’s the man walking alone,
who’s a friend I've known for long
With things that happened around you,
the sadness won’t be blew
I see the blood in your eyes,
I see the love in disguise,
I see the pain hidden in your pride,
and you are not satisfied.
Sadness, lonelyness, sorrows,
the dreams have died, the hope has died.
Existence with no reasons.
Your life’s just passing within each season.
I see the truth in your lies,
I see the guilt beneath the shame,
I see your soul through your window pane,
and nobody’s by your side...
Everything happened just doesn't seem right,
Is it just a dream, or my own reflection on the broken mirror...?
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