Walk, I saw you walking in the rain
I talk, I die, this sunny day, I breath
I go down, I am drowning
I feel the pain and chains again
Where to loose this guilt and put the blaim
I burried the past
I took it far away
I have no stories to tell
I play the f***ing piano
I almost could be God
I compose this words
This is the C and this the D
This is the G and this is me
So I do, this is what we could have been
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(c) Schilderij van M. Abttoy
