From countless pieces, I gotta glue together what I am, I’m doing the best I can.
If it’s just a prayer, I can’t pretend like I used to do, to keep myself from you.
Words mean less than they did before, it’s either all our crimes or just the changing times.
These things makes me wanting more, but then I realise, it’s the end of a thousand lullabies.
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