Sunday, 3 June 2012

Your misery

Your sorrows are like lullabies for me
I couldn't care less for your tears in the sea
and on and on I come across you again
somehow there seems there'll be no end.

When your life conditions aren't great
and you got no respect for yourself
do you think anyone is going to state
that you're as talented as hell?

And on and on you drag carrying on
your miseries and woes like treacheries
that were stabbed in your hunchback

And on and on you always linger on
in my bloody veins and numb pains
that will never be gone.

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