The tread between us
It's made of painful silent tears
The less I said the more I felt
This thread is my explosive belt
Nobody knows that it was made
Of fears abandoned in the shade
And air castles I have built
Were crushed by endless sense of guilt
It is too strong to tear but
It is a thread you try to cut
And when the darkness starts to spread
I feel this link, I see this thread
The traffic lights becoming red
My life is colored with black ink
And every night I see this thread
And every day I feel this link
And even when I will be dead
Remember eyes in those I sink
For every day I see this thread
For every night I feel this link
My drugs are pills with peppermint
I said without any hint
That I see you as you are saint
It is a picture that I paint
Sometimes it seems that I was born
With soul teared up and torn
My hopes are getting less and less
I'm tired of dreaming of success
That I will maybe never reach
My face is white and full of bleach
Oh do you know how I feel?
Like slip on a banana peel!
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