The violins hum through my veins, as they are free, the
night and day
I won’t elaborate what’s left of me, I won’t celebrate this
altered state
(time
and place)
Category painless, I heard that you’re stainless
Scarred, bruised but relentless
And I’m not witless, I could be your witness
Break that thing, ignore that clown
I won’t help you unless you are down
Be the reason, be the cause
Any season, through the gloss
Through the glass, it’s just my past
But this light, I want to know
Because it will lead me where to go…
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