Touched by the words
The written pieces of distress
Makes me restless
And he who confesses
It’s not all that senseless
But still… there’s no sound
It’s never going to be clear
It’s never going to be near
Still I see you shouting
All your words…
Coming out
Do what feels right
Then you will be all right
But how can I make it right
When everything still
Don’t understand
I can’t even comprehend
It’s not all innocent
Stop making all
These promises
But still… there’s no sound
It’s never going to be clear
It’s never going to be near
Still I see something
All the words
Keep spreading out
Do what feels right
It’s all going to be damn right
But how will it ever be right
When I still don’t feel all right
When I still feel I am in this fight
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