Nica Ziemann

No one there to help you through
What you've gotten into
No one there to kiss goodnight
No one there to tell you it'll be alright
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What's really in my pocket,
Behind this plastic smile?
Secrets, hidden thoughts and opinions?
Desires, knoweledge, stregnth?
...

In a perfect world
There are no mistakes
We do not live in a perfect world
So why are we conditioned to not make mistakes?
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To the stranger, I am just another nameless face
Unnoticed, unaknoweledged
Unconcerned, he keeps walking
But there is more to me
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