Why is it so easy to feel blue?
In every kind of mistake
There's a losing of conscience...
But the hardest is to miss yourself
Feel there's so much beyond the door
and you can't reach it
because you're too weak.
I missed my wings
two curves ago
I turned around to see what was being left
With all hope I could wish for my past
and 'cause my luck, there was a trick
And it was me, this poor and weak soul
that left her wings behind
broken and useless.
It was not suddenly...
deep inside, I knew
I always knew
it's hard to survive.
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