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Disappointment, is what I feel,
I escape from what I thought It was real.
Nothing else but virtual,
friendship and isolation, in reel.
Everytime I’m disappointed,
I try to find something new,
but it’s hard: you’re afraid to fail, for two.
So just closing up…
Trying maybe to get out, bit by bit,
creating neew things,
slowing down the heartbeat.
I guess in this time,
it’s easier to hide.
Well, we just kinda have to…
I must try to start over,
it’s hard to do that: I’m a rover.
But I must stay here,
waiting to heal,
like a wounded animal.
who is waiting to die,
trying to do that in peace, goodbye.
Disappointment, that’s the feeling,
so this is why I’m speaking…
That’s what you feel, when rage and paranoia disappears,
just something simple as that:
passing trough all of these years.