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The mirror splinters hurt the hands, My teardrops're like the acid spheres. Got no replies to letters sent, I feel the end is drawing near. Confused, depressed, I want to cry And break the window with my fists. I've got enough of truth that lies, I've got enough of life that cheats. I want to share my thoughts with someone who can understand, But they don't want to hear, to think - they just want to be lead. Took off the mask and told them all the things I've really meant, But they can't simply get the point of words that I have said. Alone, I'm standing voiceless in the centre of the crowd. I'm gone. I want to cry, but they are muffling all my shouts. My thoughts are in the dark And gloomy corners of my mind. Perhaps, I'd better built the ark And leave this disbelief behind. Or maybe 't's better to pretend Just like I really do not care? To hell that shit! I shall offend And break the oaths I'd never swear. I want to share my thoughts with someone who can understand, But they don't want to hear, to think - they just want to be lead. Took off the mask and told them all the things I've really meant, But they can't simply get the point of words that I have said. Alone, I'm standing voiceless in the centre of the crowd. I'm gone. I want to cry, but they are muffling all my shouts.
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