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The phone rings, wakes me from a deep lucid dream
I look at the wall where my coat hangs
I grab my phone and close my door
A meeting is scheduled tomorrow, he says
I lay on my bed and close my mind
Sink into my deep, deep thoughts
I sigh heavily as she enters the room
I can't look into her eyes
What a great day it will be...
I want this to happen to me...
The skyscraper scrapes the sky
The clouds bleed gently on me
As I run up the staircase
Something hits me
But I don't stop and reach the top
I take a deep breath
I walk towards the edge
And stand face to face with death
What a great day it will be...
I want this to happen to me...
I look down at this concrete jungle where I grew up
At this world dressed in a sugar coat
But I'm gray and as sour as pain
Should I take another step? - the thought again
Should I climb up the eternal clouds
To see god in my own way?
I'd find Disappointment anyway...
But what else should I do, what should I say?
What else could I do?
This is my destiny
The sun rises again
The birds will sing
The world is quiet but they can't hear