Under the open sky I'm wondering,
Why do we love?
Why do we accept?
Why do we let go?
Under a big circumstance I'm thinking,
Why do we come?
Why do we choose?
Why are we breathing right now?
Under a great despair I'm humming my favorite song,
This heart, is tired.
This heart, fucks enough.
This heart wants to go far far away.
In the sea of voices, I'm losing my voice.
I've been breathing in the wrong air.
I've been searching for hope that never exist.
I've been waiting for something that will curse my life for years.
You are not my man.
You are nothing but the pain that lives.
You won't catch me when I fall.
You won't be there, you won't be here.
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