Pale walls with simple scrawls
Definition of the hate
Encrypted beauty flows so smoothly
Shame I don’t have the faith
Pale walls with simple scrawls
Definition of my fate
Encrypted beauty flows so smoothly
Shame I have lost the faith
Its cold, so cold, in here
The mind comes to pieces
It all comes undone
Trying to find you
Trying to hold you
How much would I give
To have something as good as this
Would you help me?
Could you?
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