Pain means nothing to me
Lonely, sad face wandering through every sunshine
Walked on, crushed by thousands who smile,
Has found its peace in the quiet shade.
Sitting so calm, wondering when to expose
My wanted self, soon I will exit,
On my way, find another place to feel extinct.
Pain means nothing to me - they think
I am in a mourning of my own thoughts
Which die in a rose, now a thorn.
Time vanishes before me; rage has claimed
Those weak minds, forced it to lose control.
I stand strong, overcoming any rage that climbs.
Misery has its price, too high
For my mortal rights; feeling the heat
From the sky, shall my wounds heal?
I, a sad face, soon rise over others.
I, a thorn, will win over others.
I, now a rose, am stronger than others.
Lonely, sad face wandering through every sunshine
Walked on, crushed by thousands who smile,
Has found its peace in the quiet shade.
Sitting so calm, wondering when to expose
My wanted self, soon I will exit,
On my way, find another place to feel extinct.
Pain means nothing to me - they think
I am in a mourning of my own thoughts
Which die in a rose, now a thorn.
Time vanishes before me; rage has claimed
Those weak minds, forced it to lose control.
I stand strong, overcoming any rage that climbs.
Misery has its price, too high
For my mortal rights; feeling the heat
From the sky, shall my wounds heal?
I, a sad face, soon rise over others.
I, a thorn, will win over others.
I, now a rose, am stronger than others.
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