I have no time to be alone,
Much pressure in my soul,
Your boring games and midnight calls,
Are full of empty words
From time to time I see your trace
And that’s no more then a case
And day by day I see no space
Where I can touch your praise
Well, that’s the world that I can see
And share the solid end
That’s only rain that I could feel
Which’s talking to pretend.
Talking to pretend
Talking to pretend
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