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Bridge 1:

/It's been a while, but mostly these days

I feel like my feet don't touch the ground, no ways.

My body doesn't slice through the air as before,

I don't feel the strength in my hands anymore./

Chorus:

But judge me if it makes you feel right,

Push me; shove me away from your sight.

Or love me, if you need something more,

And hold me, if this you adore.

Verse 1:

No pain to pierce, nothing can harm,

The fevered love bodies don't disturb my calm.

I've seen a lot, oh; wish I hadn't seen,

And saw what I didn't see, but could've been seen.

I'm a nobody, to live as someone,

I'm someone, to vanish as no one.

My eyes just wander, lost on the horizon,

Like a tired old clown on the stage, in the spotlight.

Chorus:

But judge me if it makes you feel right,

Push me; shove me away from your sight.

Or love me, if you need something more,

And hold me, if this you adore.

Verse 2:

Old hearts and cold shades, above they stand,

Drenched good fairies bid farewell with a kiss, sad.

But I can do nothing, this isn't my goal, just my fate,

What I've lived dried up, but I carry as my state...

Loneliness is my companion, my baggage is just sorrow,

No fear within me though who knows what tomorrow.

Hope is a strange ally, can help or betray,

Leaves me when needed, or leads me astray.

Bridge 2:

My mind's confused, a colorful whirl,

My heart's crimson, silent; they call me a lonely pearl.

My soul, like a dog's, playful; loyal, too,

No need for a whip to hurt me,

Just a few words will do.

Chorus:

But judge me if it makes you feel right,

Push me; shove me away from your sight.

Or love me, if you need something more,

And hold me, if this you adore.

Verse 3:

Inside me, the future sleeps;

Gasping breaths, hurried moments deep.

A heart-embracing, panting lung;

From dreams awakens life and tomorrow, sprung.

/... rises and falls;

tenses and softens.

A symphony hidden in DNA

Pulses within me.

Tenses and softens;

rises and falls.../

Inside me, the past rests;

Breaths exhaled, moments confessed.

A worn-out shroud, the light extinguished,

Now only a crumbling epilogue is suggested.

Chorus:

But judge me if it makes you feel right,

Push me; shove me away from your sight.

Or love me, if you need something more,

And hold me, if this you adore.