He came once again.
He said that from the things that you care less
can grow a beautiful story.
can grow a beautiful story.
He was speaking about us.
He came to let me feel good once again.
He came to make me open once again.
He doesn't care what does this mean for me.
He doesn't know how I am. How I feel.
Then he asked me to step back again, whitout giving me a reason.
Like always.
Yes, bacause anyway I am the one always smiling.
I am the one always happy.
The one always dancing.
I am the one always happy.
The one always dancing.
The truth is that I'm the one always ready. The stupid one.
The blind one.
The blind one.
Once again I ask to myself how can I be so weak.
Once again I ask to myself why I don't use my magic.
But, you know...
I know the aswer too well.
And I'm ready to cry, once more, without understanding.
Ready to get killed from the next one.
Because this is what you want... isn't it?
To kill me. Gently. Then you will have me forever.
Then you will prove your power. Your false magic.
So here I am.
For the next one.