Here comes the white nights again.
In every laugh is hidden the pain.
Small talk with a slip of the toungue.
I'm feeding the fire knowing it's wrong.
The night used to comfort me.
Told me what my life should be.
Now I'm dancing on a vulcano.
I know the world but not my ego.
It's dark here inside and I did at least I tried.
But I can't find the person... I can't look into the eyes of the sun.
It's a fair mockery.
The sinsiter mirror inside of me.
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