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I got tired
of playing the paper hero;
of burning myself
in the foolish game
of your misunderstanding and falsehood.
Of giving wings to my soul
telling it that you are
the essence and the way
for life to change
and then scorched
I'll come back sad and pensive
because she was badly treated, outraged
just for not leaving.
To lie to the heart
and make it believe
that you still love me;
That you deserve a chance.
Because nothing ends
are cycles of life
of experiments
looking for ways out
to heal the wounds
and everything starts all over again
I won't fool myself any more
nor will I let illusion
I'll never let the illusion win the game
living a life
tied up and suffering
believing I'm a clown
to whom no one pays attention.
The one who cries
over spilt milk
being the bait
of pain and falsehood
to hear those who want
to throw overboard
the lives of others.
Ouch! There's some pain in that. Nicely done.