Из альбома: Democracy of Spreading Poverty

I'm sitting here late at night somehow I can't get any sleep
I've got a thousand questions running through my head
I'm switching on the computer to pass the time and free my mind
But these thoughts won't go will leave me restless

I can't pretend it's not affecting me but I just can't get a single tear
And now your names are all engraved on these white stone graves
Was it your sense of family to constantly keep ignoring me ?
Anger and misunderstanding prevail on this pain

You never wasted a few thoughts ink and a stamp on a letter

Thousands miles away strangers for so many years
a make believe of distance to justify your silence
Not even a single pic as a reminder in my mind all I had
Was blurry faces distant memories I could hardly remember

You never wasted a few thoughts ink and a stamp on a letter

I'm sorry that I'm not feeling guilty
can anyone tell me why should I be?

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