A Man, Pitiful on Himself (review one)

Maybe you're feeling bad
You'd even risk to call it sad
It's like sinking on an endless well

Something so painful
But suddenly even worse
It's a man pitiful on himself

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You are feeling down
Your spirit shelved in a frown
There's a dark hole within you

Afraid of the looking glass
With it's painting a harass
That man pitiful on himself
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He's too much understainding
But noone to share a hug
Simply no one of trust

And though people tell him ok
They surely won't join a party
Of crying clowns

The smallest problem seems to kill
The biggest reason gives no thrill
No challenge ahead

And this man will keep bleeding
Wasting its life and giving
Away his time, his space

For there's no hope for passion
He just didn't learn to measure
His feelings for anyone

You might be feeling bad
And probably very sad
Well I know how it feels
Quite well

There's nothing more painful
Nothing worse
Than a man
Pitiful on himself

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immersed in delusions
incomprehensible fusions of memories
he cannot discard
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truly an expert on daydreamin'
always so far above the ceiling
that the flight lost itself on you
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all that women that swore their love to you
well surely they don't remember you
not even when they shit
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so desperate for human contact
but lacking the proper react
coz you know there's no intact goodbye
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When this man turns out to be
Nobody else but me
I'm only pitiful on myself
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