Without
sometimes
you feel angry,
with a
world without dreams,
wherever
you're going,
whatever
you're doing,
blood is
everywhere,
where
people don´t care.
sometimes,
you don´t know why...
sometimes,
you just wanna cry...
without
dreams,
living
together,
without
peace,
war is
forever.
darkness
has its own home,
you let
it be, being wrong...
can you
change your mind,
if
everyone likes lying?
without
dreams,
living
together,
without
peace,
war is
forever.
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