It all starts over.
I roll on my bed not to see my weakness
over again.
One day i might have the strenght
to see clearly,
untill then i will end each day and start again
as you see me.
When in my hands, i can't handle it
that means nothing, it is how it is.
When it's not here, i start needing it
it feels as good as nerve taking to me.
Well i might not know what i need
but still, under my covers,
I live.
Every morning i get filled of breath
and i push myself to go out there
full of this fresh new air.
Eventually always
something, somehow,
amazes me.
Enhances the breath.
So it thought i was blind
but here i am, surprised.
I might have the strenght
to see clearly.
But still i will end this day and start the next
as you see me.
When in my hands, i can't handle it
it is how it is.
When it's not here, i start needing it
this feels as good as nerve taking to me.
Well i might not know what i need
but still i live.
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