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I think it's right to sit next to
someone who always shows their cards,
a bit foolish but life is better that way.
You say you don't care if they hurt you.
You and I know it's a deception.
Oh, how it hurts, how, when we have to suffer.
And you climb another step of that deceitful
staircase that you have created.
Maybe it's better this way.
And then little by little you start cleaning yourself
from the wounds they caused on your feet,
the shards of your confusion.
And you return to your clean and strange bed
alone and empty. Full of nothing.
Sad and tired you ask,
is it worth living like this?
Broken like a drop of fine rain.
Maybe awake, maybe asleep.
Maybe trembling, maybe...
maybe it's better to go out
to that street full of cheerful people,
and it's evident that joy is worth ten points
and only, just one, is suffering.
Then I do the math and you're losing.
So deceitful, you keep lying.
Maybe it's better this way.
And then little by little you start cleaning yourself
from the wounds they caused on your feet,
the shards of your confusion