Sometimes,
I can’t believe my existence,
See myself on a distance,
I can’t get back inside,
Sometimes,
The air is so anxious,
All my tasks are so thankless,
And all of my innocence has died,
Sometimes,
I wake at four in the morning,
Where all the doubt is swarming,
And it covers me in fear...
...Sometimes,
Full of anger and grieving,
So far away from believing,
That any song will reappear,
Sometimes,
The end is not dawning,
It’s not coming,
The end is here,
Sometimes,
I’m full of anger and grieving,
So far away from believing,
That any song will reappear,
Sometimes,
The end isn’t coming,
It’s not coming,
The end is here,
Sometimes...".....
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