Gedichte über die Wahrheit - Seite 48

Sometimes you can't feel
the joy you had before
because suffering steal
it and shut the door

It's not true
who I am through your eyes
and you have no clue
how many times she dies

Dying is not a one last case
It's called life sometimes
sometimes you're in a horrible place
and your spirit experience crimes

you won't ever see the truth
and I guess it's the best for me and you
It's like loosing a tooth
it hurts but you're going through

I need to let go and move on
but everything feels so big
and I'm so down
and I'm so, so far away

I want to live through my eyes
but It's so hard