I look at the window
Trying to find the path to be a good person…
The night is dark,
The moon is hidden by clouds…
A black raven watches
As a token of misfortune…
I wonder why people dislike me…
I try to be always there to everyone
But when I need there’s nobody there…
The black side of my soul is taking me
To dark lands full of swamps and strange
creatures…
Tears roll down my face…
The only person who really matters is no longer here…
Lord, please remember me…
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