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Stop crying now, there is no one To help you, man, they all but gone, They disappeared with the wind, Theirs empathy you shall not find. You see it now? You’re left alone, Your so-called 'friends' were quickly gone, And so-called 'love' abandoned you, Devoted ones ... they are so few. Strong-willed men ... do they exist? There is but one, the very least. You know this one - this one is you, You wanted more? No, they are few. You wanted friend? Accept your rival. You wanted sun? Yours day is nival. You wanted help? You'll get no one. Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun. You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion. Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision. You struggled for freedom? You are bound And understanding won't be found. No one cares of the others No one sees us, men, as brothers, No one's willing to escape Bonds of hatred, minds of slave. You'll find it fun one lonely day To see those heartless as live's prey, Theirs shadows dim the light of sun For their hearts are in the run. No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair, It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...