This is not true,
Because it is a dream,
The fact is we're tearing apart
We aren't same as yesterday,
The truth is we're noting today.
Am I weak?,
If I'm always eaten
By my tears.
Am I sick?,
If in simple problem
I cry tears.
Before it started,
I knew, we will reach our ending.
I knew, you'll hurt me
I knew, we will end up tragic.
But I never knew that this is fucking painful.
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