Damnatio Memoriae

You hear the drop Falling from the faucet Of the bathtub Will the latter be wet in the next hour Or will it dry like when I cried a death Hear the bird sing in the morning Is it the same as yesterday Or did this one die While it was flying And someone shot it And someone shot him I feel your beard leaving my hand Like a teardrop falling Like I am holding sand I feel your fingers leaving my palm As you're joining your train Leaving me all alone Where's my road? Where's my light? Am I born to make peace or to pull up a fight And once you'll be gone, I'll have a pitiful song Light a candle With a cheap lighter The heating won't work And you hold on to a weak flame It's always the same It's me you should blame I am so lame I cut my hair But who do I want to please? Another lost in advance date Too soon on the knees Or do I like myself better like that? My hair already grew back Everything is going too fast I'll hear that in another month In another mouth And we're clearly confused Not to be amused By our young minds I feel your beard leaving my hand And it scares me to death I don't wanna hold sand I feel your fingers leaving my palm As you're joining your train Leaving me all alone Is that my road? Are you my light? Am I born to succeed or to lose all the fights? And once you'll be gone, I'll have that pitiful song Everything is definitely a maybe Love war success fame and money Our life, our path on the ocean road Our straight lines to a rectangular hole Amongst all these unsolved questions Just know that you were the answer to mine But we already wasted so much time I feel your beard leaving my hand And don't make me suffer Please don't be back again I feel your fingers leaving my palm As you're joining your life Far from my paper bomb Am I wrong? Is it right? To let go of the things I used to hold so tight The vertiginous highness The unexpected sentence The deafening silence is now a beautiful song