No Story
Shall I tell you about my life
Of the games that I used to play
I don’t want to consume your time
Will you listen or turn away?
To the shop and back in the hole
Backwards and forwards I go
At the end of the day I fall
Fast asleep like the day before
And the news that media publish
Always look so incredibly bad
Is that the world they establish
Or it does look for me so sad
The world doesn’t seem to take interest
Its indifferent to my story
But there’s nothing I would contest
I’m indifferent too, so sorry
We’re a harmony of coincidence
Like the wrong key I press appears right
And you stand there surrounded by silence
Like a shadow across the dim light
Everyone locked in their stories
Everything seems abstract
When it comes to a stage of no worries
There’s no story to tell, in fact.
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