How many times have I asked for a dream
Our hopes are both dusty
The answer is in the past
How many times have I swept the river in my eyes
While your back doesn't even speak
And your eyes, your heart, your soul, as foreign wanderers
How far do I go
Crying my sad wound knelt
There is no promise of no dreams
All is lost in hate
What's my power now
Reaching hope that is lost and destroyed
Confusion, loneliness, sadness
Every friend is a sad one
Then, say
Who else do I love
I have no heart
You burn out with love and anger
After you take a run hoarding memories
Short and simple. Not bad
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