by Lithium

When the clouds cover the sun,
we think we'd find answers.
In our warm beds praying alone,
our hopes and dreams are still alive.

Yet we don't know that those thoughts are so,
harmful to us; the enemy.
Letting us blame who never gave a damn
about our answers, about nothing at all.

Imagining anything, we'll be always Gods in our little world.
Please, forgive me.

When the clouds cover the sun,
we cry alone, we sigh alone.
Nothing so wrong seemed so right,
during our cries, during our sighs.

Without knowing how long it will last,
we keep lying to ourselves.
Pity lies about how special we are,
about who we are, about our lives.

Smiling while wiping our tears, we'll be always Gods in our little world.
Please, forgive me..

..and I will forever seize my thoughts,
waiting for you to see,
my reality.
Please sing me a lullaby.

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