August 11, 2008 » Pluto
My whole life just consists of
Plain leaning against the wall.
Lost in a pile of those who glisten,
Whose shadows burn with vivacious colours,
I've always been ashamed of who I am.
Cold as ice, covered in absolut darkness,
The ninth rock, like an useless ravine.
Do you want to see how it feels to be me?
Suddenly on the wrong side of the fence,
Suddenly with no right to vote,
The second-class citizen in the dark,
Everyone's feeling their worst when they stay alone...
but nobody ever asks me a thing.
Tell me...who am I?
While I manage to make one lap,
Everyone will make a couple of laps,
Then all my tries turn to be a complete nonsense,
Someone always does it better, someone does more of it.
Nobody sees me With my hand on the doorknob,
I am just begging them to let me in,
On their sour faces I see only despise.
Do you want to see how it feels to be me?
Suddenly on the wrong side of the fence,
Suddenly with no right to vote,
The second-class citizen in the dark,
Everyone's feeling their worst when they stay alone...
but nobody ever asks me a thing.
Tell me...who am I?
If you could, only once,
Drag yourselves over here,
You'd realise how ugly everything is from the distance,
How sad the whole universe could be.
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