Maybe closer
you hear my brain
moving a think.
Maybe closer
you realize I stink.
I can´t believe
your truth.
I can´t be loved
for you.
I stink,
—told you —
as a lost man
looking for
something unreal,
I freak
as a convicted,
always running
in his cell,
like a maniac in hell.
Forget me.
Don´t try to know
keep these memories
and start again.
You are free
don´t forget it!
—told you—
Forget me!


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