Blind


I used to see magic,
Now everything's plain,
I used to believe in miracles,
Now everything's explained.

Everything was perfect,
Life was as great as it can be,
Maybe I was just a fool
Who needed to open their eyes and see.

Everything that was true
Ended up to be stories and lies,
Everything was great till I found
That everything eventually dies.

Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I could see then more than ever,
I should see the wonder and beauty in life,
But life has taken my innocence forever.

I am
Blind.

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