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I have nowhere to go
I have nowhere to stay
I feel like the snow
Since you went away

Not knowing what to do
Not knowing the solution
I’m still searching for you
I'm still searching for revolution

Sometimes I wish ...
I wish I was dead
Maybe you can shoot me
In the chest, or in the head

There’s something in me
As tiny as a cell
Making me incapable of finding the key
For your tiny shell

Looking at your portrait
Has became a vice
Worse than any casino game
And with no dice

What I'm feeling
Is hard to describe
A mixture of love and sadness
That consumes me from the inside

I'm not happy
And I won't pretend
Because love is the principle of our existence
And it's only end.

by Brighenti
posted on 01/11/2008