Give me chance to be free,
I’ll stand on my knee
To be or maybe
I will feel all that glee
And I’ll cut all those needles of past.
I am promise to fight
For the stars at the night
Faking promises barely right.
I will walk through the walls
Smashing stones and the poles
For salvation of kissable souls…
Those my goals…
I am tired to run
It’s my fate, it’s my stun
Aim a gun.
I am done…
Isn’t fun?..
Isn t fun?
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