At night your already gone,
I'm so lost in a world were I cannot be found,
I can't see through eyes that see everything,
I'm stuck,
In a world were I have wings to fly,
But at least if I were blind and lost
I could say good morning at night and no one would care,
Because there would be nobody there
The world just presses silence
And pretends I'm not there
I'm the girl with the short golden hair
Who can't dress herself
But this world turns a blind eye on the streets
And I shall always be alone
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