it's really sad when you realize you are alone,
always have been, always will be
lost in a crowd of dead people,
hurt by a bullet that you shot yourself in the head.
WEAK, BLIND, a piece of nothing in this full world.
But ...
Maybe be like nothing, an impossible thing (metaphysical)
Sounds like a sad song in some pub at night
When everybody stops and take a rest
You can start to dance like nobody is watching
But they are always watching
Because you are better then a lot, sometimes you can't see...
You're not alone, you just feel alone!
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