they know how I feel

Fatigued little drops, resting on my roof;

they know how I feel,

Dry leaves kissing the drenched soil;

they know how I feel,

Alone in this gigantic city;

with burden of memories

And a black moon hanging on my white drape,

they know how I feel,

Left that, what was mine;

Unforgiving, barbaric, heart breaking,

Crushing that dream, between two palms;

They know how I feel,

Tears, moans, cries, screams;

Leaving me almost,

Waiting for the moment;

That has already been lost,

Still, eyes on that brown door;

Squall imitating him,

Heart pounding, eyes widening;

They know how I feel,

Fatigued little drops, resting on my roof;

they know how I feel,

Dry leaves kissing the drenched soil;

they know how I feel,

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