My reflection,
such disgusting creature I've become.
It stares at me as a predator ready to kill it's pray.
I didn't chose to be you and there's nothing that I can do.
I have become exactly the opposite of what I wanted to be.
Celebration,
in the morning I catched the birds singing a song.
Celebrating as if it was their first.
Singing as if it could be their last.
But they don't care about the sorrows of man.
Sunset was a day too early once again.
Sunrise just couldn't wait.
At least in between I can find some peace.
But I always tend to lose myself under a black starless sky.
Home-made memories,
from another human being with different choices.
It's who I always wanted to be
and who I never will become.
Well at least never again...
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