Walking alone on the street
alone with all these people
they look just like living pieces of meat.
About others they don't care
one by one they try hard to be indifferent
i'm lower than them because i dare.
Affraid to have an opinion of their own
they appear with the same masks
because they want none of their feelings to be shown.
Here i walk in the crowd
a stranger between so many puppets
i feel like asking what this is about.
Brought down with every look they give me
i keep on walking, showing my feeling
that they're just to pathetic to see.
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(gelukkig) getrouwd met paranoide ;)
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