Mar 12, 2014, 12:38 AM

Few Of Us 

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Don’t tell me I’m born to be good.
Don’t tell me I’ll save the light.
They are people that will if they could.
But me… I give up without fight.

 

They are few of us, you know,
that will never find any glory,
that will never know anything to show,
that will never be reason for pride.
Just for worries.

 

They are few of us born to run and hide.
I know, you’ll say we’ve chosen like that.
And probably you’re gonna be right.
It’s just nothing really matters to our hearts.

 

We always fail, we never achieve,
we sometimes pretend to be shining like you,
but then we can’t even see.
We’re made for darkness, for a midnight blue.

 

Don’t try to save us, we will betray you.
You don’t know how to thank when you’re too low,
you just envy to those who are braver,
and yet you stay down there. It’s easier, you know.

 

 

10.03.2014г.

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