The Unknown Scar - Grey


Time is passing by, slowly the days are flowing
		 This room's getting smaller while my fears are growing
		 This labyrinth where my own will is lost
		 Is hidding the way out with the dark of past.

		 Alone, next to the window I hunt with my eyes
		 I'm tired even that's not what I pretend.

		 Life's a mix of oblivion and fame
		 A really strange psychological game
		
                 This labyrinth where my own will is lost
		 Is hidding the way out with the dark of past.

		 Alone, next to the window I hunt with my eyes
		 I'm tired even that's not what I pretend.


		 Sometimes I fall or fail and sad I rise up
		 To go to the other one, 
                 but alone with no doubt.

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