Here I am again broken,
And like always was... Forsaken,
Fooled by the stech of love,
And misused again from above,
Above the sky,
Above the stars,
Where the angels are holding broken hearts,
There lays mine too deep in silence,
Trying to push away defiance,
Trying to make a deadly alliance.
I open my eyes,
And look up the skies,
And see the pain that you left,
For the feelings that you have theft,
I watch the stars and cry,
For the broken love,
Which flew away like a dove,
And left nothing back,
Just a pain and a heartattack.
What I am really?-you ask,
A puppet master in a mask,
Or the pupet itself,
Which is controlled by herself,
Lady pain, The woman I love,
Who is wearing a bloody red glove,
Dragging the strings,
Pulling off my wings,
Takeing my life away with a single cut.
Why am I suffering from her words?
Why is my life flying away like the birds?
I am just a sleeper,
A forsaken, never known reaper,
But most of all the biggest dreamer.
The Bigest Dreamer
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