My eyes are paralized
my head is made of stone
the TV speaks to me in mother tongue
and yes, "George and the Butterflies" it is;
at first I smile,
and then I stop (which is my way of crying) -
a sad sad sad movie about hope.
Makes me want to stay here forever
and never go back to where people do care
in their own, schizophrenic way
and don't give up, dont give up...
Only I give up, scared to death by this world.
And the butterflies.
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