Hanna 21:30


The lights go on 
The lights go off 
When things don't feel right 
I lie down like a tired dog 
Licking his wounds in the shade 

When I feel alive 
I try to immagine a careless life 
A scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking. 


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