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bardzo.

What do I do to ignore them behind me? 

Do I follow my instincts blindly? 

Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams 

And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? 

Do I sit here and try to stand it? 

Or do I try to catch them red-handed? 

Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, 

                                                                                                  Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? 

Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin 

I make the right moves but I'm lost within 

I put on my daily facade but then 

I just end up getting hurt again 

By myself 

znasz odpowiedź?

bo nawet ja jej nie mam.

If I turn my back I'm defenseless 

And to go blindly seems senseless 

If I hide my pride and let it all go on 

Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone 

If I let them go I'll be outdone 

But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun 

If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer 

Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer