Well, maybe I've been wrong all along...
Easy and safe, as it might seem,
I cannot tell if I've ever been right
About all of the hurt that I've concealed
Behind bright laughter and tender eyes
I've cried for long, longer than enough
Unnamed fears come now and then
Yet I'm not allowed to weep anymore
I must remain as still as the dead
I pretend that all I do is ok, that no hands could grasp me even if they tried... that no wind, strong as it may be, could ever bring me down... but sometimes, on certain days, under certain conditions, I feel so weak that any mild breeze could easily bring my whole castle to the ground.And even though I might hate it, the stillness and serenity that come from being all alone, surrounded by nothing by death and nostalgia, does a great deal of good on my soul.
Sometimes I need to recharge my battery so I can keep on playing the role... but in actuality, it's been quite some time since I gave up. I just can't care...
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