A blurred vision of you
On a starless Sunday night
I fastly look away
Closing my heart, my mind.
Look at me smiling
Even at a moment of weakness
No, I am far from dying
I am here standing on a crest.
Remembering my fall from grace
I wanted to be mad at you over again
For lying in my face
And fooling around back then.
Yet no more tears were shed
Though I can hear our song
Coz in spite of what you said
You weren’t there all along.
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