I am instead, a way like that
With pain I bleed, with the stains
I’m weakI have no soul, my mind confused
My heart has torn, my nails are bored
My fingers dancing,
my head is burning
the pencil writing,
instead I fight it
Let’s celebrate, a vision blinded
My nails talk, but yet I bite them
The fingers dance folk;
I think I’ll break them
In my head there’s a mind
And my mind is finding a head
So blank with pain that is blinded
My fingers and the pencil, they keep on dancing
Still sometimes I wonder if anything’s left to wonder
When humanity is lost on this earth
And to find it we cannot afford the cost
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