Where I am, no one is my friend
Chasing through the streets with
nothing in my hand
Looking for familiar faces but
there's no one I seem to know
There's no one who seems to
know me
Being here alone
a question comes to my mind: Do
I even know who I am
or have i ever known?
I would like to scream
so they could see me
I would like to dance
so they couls hear me
I want to make myself visible
but right now I am just a stranger in my own system
And then...
... there was you.
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