Do you know what's the truth?
It is you, your smile,
your eyes, your gentle face.
It is the sun setting.
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Commuter Life
Do you know what's the truth?
It is you, your smile,
your eyes, your gentle face.
It is the sun setting.
Truth is that you have to remember,
you have to remember and time passes by,
not even you lie to yourself
my life, of this
helpless existence
that doesnt walk
but crawls,
it limps and sometimes's out of tune
among that sheen notes of my dreams.
But, how can i find you
in this commuter life?
You are slight and your voice is feeble.
Sometimes you are unintellegible.