Dear evil angel,Why is this happiness gone when I have to stay?
The future is built with two and I am alone, I am alone in front of all this darkness.
Standing in front of the mirror is a broken imitation, can you hear, I wonder, the echo of the sad voice inside me?
The other men have something in them that I don't have, I guess, my lines are full and made up of faults.
These tears are a reflection of my weakness?
I have only a blank page, perhaps painted by my own colors.
At the crossroads between day and night, there are people I would like to love, that I cannot meet.
at the intersection of the past and the future, I have lost my reason to move forward
Keep a good balance, I can no longer
''I don't need to be with anyone,
I'll be able to stay alone ''
I left my dreams somewhere in a now colorless world.
oh, dear evil angel,
I lost the self I once was
That's why you keep taking me, like a shadow takes a place
by me
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Short StoryL'inspiration s'effrite sous mes doigts, et bien souvent je n'y arrive plus.