7. What We Were

The sky is dead

Eyes of glass

I’m not here, I’m not here anymore

Even if now everything is doing good

A foreboding of an irremediable change is getting closer

The heart is a cold iced stone

And we can’t look defenseless

It’s like a shining monster like gold

When do we stop looking in the eyes?

When do we stop loving someone?

Losing what we were

Losing what we were

We are small lights

Slowly shine

In the black dark of existence

Watching me dying from above

There’s a monster floating in the sky

He is getting closer

The heart is a cold iced stone

And we can’t look defenseless

It’s like a shining monster like gold

When do we stop looking in the eyes?

When do we stop loving someone?

Losing what we were

Losing what we were

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