When my face looked at you,
Out of the bleu,
You asked me about it,
You said to me,
It's not like I've seen it,
I heard so,
But if you haven't seen it,
How could someone have shown it,
When somethings is showed,
You look don't you?
I never quite understood,
all of you're reasons,
I never got you're thinking,
This all it's made me thinking,
That maybe you don't understand either,
Oh I wish you do not,
So much,
For I can no longer bare the weight,
Of all these memories,
That I am not allow to get rid off,
From this broken heart,
I know that you know that I still know,
So why are we coming down?
Down,
Down,
Down...
I can not fly,
I'm falling down, down, down...
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