„Your Old Diaries”
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It would be so great
To turn love into hate,
But the heart won't renounce,
Though broken more than once.
I searched all the libraries
To find your old diaries.
Words written by hand
About the things you can't stand.
You were falling apart,
It must have been so hard
To feel more than most men —
But you were real then.
To the society you scorned,
which left you so worn,
Now you perfectly fit —
Are you proud of it?
The place where you can't cry —
That's where your feelings die.
The place where you feel torn —
That's where your soul is born.
The heart seems so tired —
The one that I admired.
Don't you want to escape from
that person who you have become?
I hoped you felt the same way,
And if you had decided to stay,
I wouldn't have to grieve —
But you preferred to leave.
All the things that were true,
I wish I could share with you.
It's not just broken dreams —
It's my spirit that screams.
The man who said he won't crack,
Would he ever come back?
Not to explain why,
Just to say goodbye.