I'm not a river you can drown into,
not a stone either to help you.
I might be a speck of cloud in the sky,
bursting my veins to keep you calm.
Sometimes, when I speak the truth
Those are the days you are deaf.
Pretense will help you but not me
This universe could not accept
The idea of 'Always'.
not a stone either to help you.
I might be a speck of cloud in the sky,
bursting my veins to keep you calm.
Sometimes, when I speak the truth
Those are the days you are deaf.
Pretense will help you but not me
This universe could not accept
The idea of 'Always'.
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