Every single tear had cleared my dirty face,
Every single fear was proving himself too hard to trace
And there I was, drowning in that sort of sea,
That deep private world
Filled with warm past memories and present cold misery
My last breath, though, was yet far to come
Still needed to prove everyone I have to suffer in order to earn
So here I am, desperately trying to fight
Secretly waiting for the three identical sisters to come and kiss me goodnight
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à minha maior crítica (obrigada por me corrigires nikki)
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