why is it that
there is
no one here |
to
answer questions I don't ask ? |
am I afraid to set the marks
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afraid of real replies ? |
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don't hesitate to talk to me
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but how will you know that I wait ?
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who tells you that I miss your thoughts
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your hand which reaches into the dark ?
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often I don't want to see the light
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maybe I like the darkness best
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why is there nobody to enlighten my thoughts
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no
one who sees who I am... ?
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is there a chance to grab your hand
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to sense where it might be ?
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to feel the vibes, to feel the me
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again after all the doubtfulness ?
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the darkness crawls all over me
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paralyses my heart under the beat
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which leaves me like a drying shell
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under the sun
no one will see
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