No es
The way I stroll
The way I tremble down the pathway
No, it isn't
All the lies
And all the coldest nights I stray for
But it is
And isn't living
And I am
And not
Alive
And I pray you see the yearning
With the irís
Son my eye

I can't seem to find my face
Nor my hoofprints anymore
Shall the heartbeat stop its turning
Shall the windmill sing no more...?

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No es = It isn't
Son = With

Because they sounded better, and fit rhythmically.

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Bumping this since it was completely ignored x.x Thanks alot...:/ C'est la vie. This happened yesterday.

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Bad day...

A friend of mine thought I would seriously commit suicide (i would NEVER), reported it to the guidance counsellor...

What a fun day this has been...

But the good news...

I'm finally going to be able to talk to a professional about my moods...finally...:3...

Bad news...I'm afraid of who might have heard the rumor she's spreading...