We are afraid of what they think
We are afraid of ourselves
We put it in our pipe
And we know that it must be chronic
Unhappiness is chronic
For all those who think so
We think mathematical
When feelings advance
I feel like a brick
We abstain, we avoid
We keep it theoretical
We push as far as we can
That which hurts and which holds us back
We blame it on the winter
On our dog on our flu
But deep down it's love
That we miss and that fixes us
I feel like a brick
We step back in silence
So as not to look fif
Because to say suffering
It is to be weak and compulsive
You laugh, I make up
But you cry the same
Everyone lives in their own bubble
Hoping that the others will thaw
I feel like a brick

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