For what is it you are grieving?
Where´s that grin, that says the grey´s leaving?
What are you hiding?
Who died? I guess you´d snap if I asked.
Put on your brave mask.
Because noone can be trusted,
But what kind of fuss is this?
Where´s your aura when I need it?
When you see the monster, don´t give in and try feed it.
See you wearing black today.
Not an emotion, not a wink, not your face sending out those golden rays.
So prepare yourself for a horror film.
And shed your sacred tear from the window sill.
I´ll try to remember that smile,
that scared me more than your current state of denial.
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