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- So tired of your 'wish you the best'
Expecting the continue of the past
Retreating in the bottom of the bottle
Forgiving you in every foggy thougt
oh what were we waiting for
Become so subtle without your breating near
become so wrecked and humble image of me
Oh please rewright our last scandal
that should have ended with a kiss
please please
So tired of what will never happen
But April is my last hope and weapon
I'm living in the realm of first reflexes
Don't care of banal words and empty phrases
Erasing the moments before, what for
Become so subtle without your breating near
become so wrecked and humble image of me
Oh please rewright our last scandal
that should have ended with a kiss
please please