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The rain begins Through the glasses of ignorance I observe the raindrops on the window Small rivers flowing in the cold pane Like the crevices on my hands... The dead are breathing beneath their graves floating inside the minds, of those left behind in a beautiful yard of lies... Sometimes I think I'm not part of this world A silly audience in a comedy, clapping my hands without reason Some other times I'm like an actor in the same sad play praying for an end Winter is searching for it's lost melodies It's like a loved one is gone and you don't want to Maybe you scared more than you promised maybe you offered fear more than you should maybe you didn't catch the fucking time ..and you just don't want to.. Pretending of being joyous pretending of standing strong pretending of living Yes, carrying a strange cross! But still the rain falls Still the adherences remain Letras de cancionesMemories of the past Past so old.. Almost ancient And everytime it comes.. Kissing the scars inside, Oh god help me! And so my Truth remains inside a thrown mask in the corner... From Letras Mania