All over my hate and pain,
it pushes me back, again and again;
standing in the middle of an empty road,
I realize my emptiness, in the worldly crowd…
Way to way, with my endless hay,
I realize I waste one more day;
and with the lonely house,
I find my emptiness…
The silence of love and hate,
I find my state in a stapled chase;
stammering my life once again,
I feel my emptiness, again…
To the lonely road,
to the endless bay,
to the world of dreams,
I live my emptiness, again.
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