Walking by the next door
Shouting out loud at something moving in the wall
Chears to everyone, lets rise our glasses
For another knife has been used.
Can´t anyone see how blue its the moon?
Leave it, while you can and save this room
How can I expect to cry if theres no compation?
Theres nothing more to lay on
And as you felt the same way after
I stand on the top of the mountain
Hoping you hear my laughter
And see me leave by the door I came in.
-JP
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