Lined up the pathway they have no regrets. Fighting for themselves or the experience of it.
People who viewed and saw the moves, people who believe in tomorrow.
The moment of waking when it’s the same thing, day after day, and no one knows
They don’t need me, and now there is nothing. Just one more day again, when there won’t be anything like what we expected.
The expectations were wrong. To prove that I’m right, the continued silence is a headache that will never leave.
The ringing of the ears and the loss of interest in the one who used to make it better.
Doesn’t make it better, not his fault, mine.
No one makes it better.
Crying alone in the moonless night to the stars and wishing when wishes have no meaning.
The moment I thought I’d be able to meet him, that moment of hope and happiness.
Well, I was wrong.
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