Get away, far away.
Behind those walls of pure content, I found the story of us.
Lost hopes,
heavily breathing,
unsteady.
I walk around that city’s flaws,
behind the water-work,
aside were we didn’t belong.
Crumbling apart in those corners,
I can’t acknowledge your reflection,
Who were we?
Nothing, nada.
I don’t know what you’re doing here,
get away, far away.
I will stay with some lessons,
over there,
get away from me,
far far away.
