i can see myself passing by
the glass shops nearby mock my plight
can they see the void inside?
can they hear the empty voices in my head?
my friends crack a joke,
i`ve to fake a smile
they think i`m one of them,
i think they are way too high
why cant i spot th truth from these stacks o' lies?
can she seethe void inside?
can she hearth empty voices in my head?
happy with so little
yet unhappy with so much
yet to realise what life is
a handful of diamonds and rust
the little boy living on the streets
prances around after a shower
the magnate living the dreams
broods about his little loss
of power
his dreams ran like hell
his dreams outdid the wind
he`s yet to figure out why
he got left so far behind
she never bothered to plan
her life
she doesnt question
what it means
she`s happy with what she`s got
she`s yet to learn to dream..
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