yeah, sure, at least
i have no doubts that u exists
what u have are some days spent in vain
what i have is no reason to remain
a lot of causes to feel lost a bit
with every thought and mostly - every word u spit
the way u stress that u aren't mine,
and my stress is what i called pathetic grace
the way u pace
the floor
the way I'm waiting for a sign
u are the reason of this eternal suffocation
while looking with despair and without duration
but when the air is thick, I break, the music's loud
u re the one to save, who takes me out.
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