Seperate Labyrinths
Do you know...
...how to be a child who cannot grow?
All these walls...
They cannot hold back me anymore.
Fighting against time,
Dreaming to live my life and see
I'm not the only one...
...who suffer in their own line indeed
Do I think with justice?
Am I feeling something wrong?
Is my pain exaggerated?
Or is my empathy gone elsewhere?
How did I become a boy like this?
Maybe this life that I dislike is the other one's biggest dream
This world is full of separate labyrinths
Which sometimes our ways are crossing
Our ways are crossing
In my new...
...dark clouded blackened shore
People have...
...learned to live without hope already
They stuck inside a dream and cannot wake up into morning
(Cannot wake up into morning)
There's only paper ships, maybe more than i set free
(Maybe more than i have set free)
Do I think with justice?
(Maybe i do not)
Am I feeling something wrong?
(Tell me, what is right?)
Is my pain exaggerated?
(Did i want for more?)
Or is my empathy gone elsewhere?
How did I become a boy like this?
Maybe this life that I dislike is the other one's biggest dream
This world is full of separate labyrinths
Which sometimes our ways are crossing
Our ways are crossing
...how to be a child who cannot grow?
All these walls...
They cannot hold back me anymore.
Fighting against time,
Dreaming to live my life and see
I'm not the only one...
...who suffer in their own line indeed
Do I think with justice?
Am I feeling something wrong?
Is my pain exaggerated?
Or is my empathy gone elsewhere?
How did I become a boy like this?
Maybe this life that I dislike is the other one's biggest dream
This world is full of separate labyrinths
Which sometimes our ways are crossing
Our ways are crossing
In my new...
...dark clouded blackened shore
People have...
...learned to live without hope already
They stuck inside a dream and cannot wake up into morning
(Cannot wake up into morning)
There's only paper ships, maybe more than i set free
(Maybe more than i have set free)
Do I think with justice?
(Maybe i do not)
Am I feeling something wrong?
(Tell me, what is right?)
Is my pain exaggerated?
(Did i want for more?)
Or is my empathy gone elsewhere?
How did I become a boy like this?
Maybe this life that I dislike is the other one's biggest dream
This world is full of separate labyrinths
Which sometimes our ways are crossing
Our ways are crossing
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Writer(s): Mert Kuldemir
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