(just a few ideas...this is what you get when you listen to too much Joy Division)
Even shadows have turned their backs
Can't stop falling behind
unsure of how to react
this worlds gotten so far out of line
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leaves from good trees have fallen
ghosts from bad pasts are calling
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I've walked along this line for so long
a fine line between my dreams and I
Right or wrong
yet now i feel my time is up
the sherade must be put to rest
these walls are closing in
and no one knows me yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem