Different Pieces

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Eyes full of blasphemy...

"I want the God's in my hand..."

Waters made of mirrors,

Pieces of myself that I can't understand...

...

Who's holding me on this earth?

And why should I stay?

I just want to take my rocket ship,

And slowly fly away...

...

Sweet blue skies...

Window's open;

I can taste the blueberry pie...

The sweet escape for me...

...

Calling my name is the beyond...

Another world full of fantasies...

Where the green nebula's will become my lawn...

And I'll be resting on top of them...

...

Every part of me...

Even If I am in different pieces...

I shall rebuild myself to a meteor,

And find my own path in this universe.


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