I am slowly losing fire in my eyes
And I am soaring in the sky.
I got fed up with being wise,
I wanna only fly.
Again my thoughts come to thinking of her
And how I always made myself dream.
I feel between us there was something
more,
Even if that didn't actually seem.
I can let it go,but don't want it to dissolve
Because this is the only right thing I did.
My life is cursed weed
And there she was like a sweet.
Sweet
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