Everything fades away
And nobody matters, really
All my life’s like a play
In the puppet theatre, dear…
Every time I reflect
Things that happened
In life, whatsoever
Realise and disguise.
And believe
Saying: never ever…
All my life is a mess.
Yes, yes, yes.
Nothing else but struggle
With myself, with anyone else.
I believe and doubt.
Nothing more. No more try
Anyone but myself
Matching for me…
No regrets and no tries.
No believes in “something
coming”.
Something coming
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