Mystery
Heavy Monday morning,
And I can't Wake up again.
I will support all the slackers,
I want to bury my face in your shoulder.
It's not sad to go together,
Let's go this way.
Let's have a nice Breakfast
And take a walk somewhere.
No one knows about the problems,
Which oppress me in the night.
This is the scheme of life,
That there are only executioners around me.
I travel the world,
To find yourself somewhere.
I always carry a lyre with me,
To sing you some of my poetry.
All roads are important to me,
These are the ways to my happiness.
I'll hug you at the end of the day,
And I will feel your passion.
You mean a lot to me
And you're closer than anyone,
Keeping you a secret from everyone,
I'm telling you: "Thank you!"
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