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Unhappy girl
Left all alone
Playing solitaire
Playing warden to your soul
You are locked in a prison
Of your own devise
And you can't believe
What it does to me
To see you
Crying

Unhappy girl
Tear your web away
Saw thru all your bars
Melt your cell today
You are caught in a prison
Of your own devise

Unhappy girl
Fly fast away
Don't miss your chance
To swim in mystery
You are dying in a prison
Of your own device

asta era in ..ainte. era intr-o alta viata, parca, in care oglinzile mai existau, in care eu ma mai vedeam si tot ce faceam era sa extrag poezia din totul in care ma regaseam. si nu, nu era nimic poetic in nefericirea de zi cu zi, in minciuna din fiecare noapte, ceva se putea face. ceva se mai poate face. macar acum.