A poem not about myself but in first person
I grow weary of this lonely life i live,
and all the money that i give
to feel normal again
A real person would learn to live again
but not me, i mind my lane
I stand alone all night in the rain
and feel the eternal pain
of watching the sunset without knowing if the sun will return
The rhythm falls down around me
I just cant hold together the music I see
But yet I cant let it be
maybe one day ill learn to live and let live
Ill never learn
I'm doomed to repeat the turn
and take the burn
a million times
and I'm even stuck in this stupid rhyme
it will continue till the end of time
because I'm stuck in this line
even though i try to break free
so mind what you say
because it matters
and remember the rule of mind of matter
and to never climb the latter
god a damn that rhyme of satyr
and all the money that i give
to feel normal again
A real person would learn to live again
but not me, i mind my lane
I stand alone all night in the rain
and feel the eternal pain
of watching the sunset without knowing if the sun will return
The rhythm falls down around me
I just cant hold together the music I see
But yet I cant let it be
maybe one day ill learn to live and let live
Ill never learn
I'm doomed to repeat the turn
and take the burn
a million times
and I'm even stuck in this stupid rhyme
it will continue till the end of time
because I'm stuck in this line
even though i try to break free
so mind what you say
because it matters
and remember the rule of mind of matter
and to never climb the latter
god a damn that rhyme of satyr