You ask me if I am sad
You tell me: „OK, be angry“
And you tell me what to do
Like the rest of the people
who doesn´t know me
But honey, that´s not you
You tell me: „Be happy“
You tell me to have fun
Do you want me to be, really?
– Like the rest of the fool ones?
But honey, none of these things
can not feel somebody
who´s cold and empty
like a winter
field.
Cold and empty
like these January
winter fields.
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