it's not my love.
He is who cannot be.
He who is hidden that is alive.
He who makes pain and suffering.
He who loves to see my eyes burning bright.
And I wonder,
as I sink into his world,
I wonder where I went wrong...
And even I cannot answer this
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| But it's not who you think, it's not my love. He is who cannot be. He who is hidden that is alive. He who makes pain and suffering. He who loves to see my eyes burning bright. And I wonder, as I sink into his world, I wonder where I went wrong... And even I cannot answer this |
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