There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that.."
Thanks for hearing me these days..
What do I do now? Am I to be made of stone? Must I be touched by nothing?
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Anytime, always
And you know it!
Kissy
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