Unknown feeling of an undesired pressure
Someone's heart should always know the measure
Cause submerged, flooded with despair and pain
It will only break down, flow like the rain
Only hollow things are said, only vain thoughts
The mind is busy, the heart is void
Hiding the most beautiful part of the being
Fake smiles occulting the deepest feelings
Isn't this little voice crying? noone can tell
Plugging the holes and mind not to hear
It is the defeat of the brave warrior of yesteryear
Now is gone the brat, eyes full of stars, the gentle dreamer
Who will tell what's inside, who will free the feelings
Who can pay attention, who can say she's crying
Now it's over, you've made your path and gone your own way
Nothing remains now, only the feeling of things unsaid
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