A sunbeam shines on the roof of a house

the tiles reflect and keep the warmth outside

The curtains only open from the inside

the tv keeps showing movies and the screen is so bright

it hurts my eyes

Black pages with white letters

that can only be read by the one who wrote them

a story that nobody knows and will never be told

One eye stares in the distance

One eye stares back at you

The mirror keeps showing the same face

but its never the truth

The broken light on the ceiling never shines

but hey

Find that spark inside thats buried under all thats you

a black cover with a white title

the book can only be opened by the hands that point

only to themselves

I think i`ll just turn off the tv and go to sleep...

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