tired of writting the same story
tired of hearing the same lies
exhausted of speaking the same lenguage
sad to see those baby's cry
even in the same remebrance
of lost soul and past goodbyes
i hear the beel ringing
and i as the same question: why?
so i walk the same path
over and over again
keep monotony at hand
and hope to change it today
i took the risk ,i made a change
conquered my fears one more time
no more grief no more pain
i go home and rest my eyes
so this is me, my gray moment
my sad and little pathetic life
cannot change it cannot trade it
as i kill myself each night...
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