I stand underneath this tree,
it rains rotten leaves into my hands,
count old, crumbled leaves
breathe out some gold with all my heart.
it's a matter months or weeks when she'll be dismissed from life
again, oh again it won't turn into gold.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
She asked me how I'm doing and how is life
but she loves herself talk most of all.
Still greedy, making money,
not forgiving but giving up on life.
It's a fight until the end they know too well
but they don't want to understand.
Dissolved in frustration they look for salvation
but this what they fear.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
I touched her hand and then refused,
morbid ways I would never choose,
the old works like a mirror for the young,
reflects what one day we'll become.
I turn my head a way
but her stories pushed me down onto the chair,
familiar what I haven't been through yet
that bounds me to here.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
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