White hands

Colliding issues

White hands
He likes to seem that he does not care
Issues collide on his human affects
And those he wants to be just near
Are used to live with a constant fear

A change comes between the sparks
Of a cold man
Like a running rat
He tries to fight against

But it's a lost fight which attacks are marls
And slowly hope leaves and his tears just falls

He likes to seem that he does not care
Issues collide on his human affects
And those he wants to be just near
Are used to live with a constant fear

A change comes between the sparks
Of a cold man
Like a running rat
He tries to fight against

But it's a lost fight which attacks are marls
And slowly hope leaves and his tears just falls

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