Followed the night, got caught in a fightlost sight, of that one guiding light
Drunken ballerinas prance in a centaur-like fashion
lit fires burn my mind
I walk through forests but only to find
the only one I ever loved
left me blind
I don't think I'll ever belong
to this sphere of time
Numbing myself to not feel the now
The show is over
(and I take a bow)
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Hög igenkänningsfaktor där, ja. Med numbing och allt och blöööh. Fint skrivet.
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