'm tired of being me tired of being others
hiding from the light hiding from the dark
closing my eyes I don't wanna see
but I open my eyes I don't want to see what is inside of me
thinking about past, present and what's hiding in the shadows of the future
walking roads that never finish
and going back to the start and miss it
I know ill be tired of walking
but soon ill be tired of sitting
trying to stand up
but the pardon of the world is on my shoulders
no one here and when there will be
everybody caring about his load on his shoulders
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