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When the time is running low
You wish to say hello
To all the little goals hidden beneath the snow
That you've had since a long time ago

Cruelly so
Your mother stays behind earlier than you
The tears won't come, they stick to the eyes like glue
Stangers' faces keep passing through

You've understood the meaning of it all since you were twelve
Still, it does not stop hurting like hell
Religions, philosophies, bargains with uncertainties
That attempt to find peace with life's atrocities

You think you're different, exceptional
Or maybe just delusional?
As any insane will scream they're sane
You will affirm, knowing
"I'm thinking straight"