
If i fail you today,
i guess this is the way of me.
Im not a lover cant you see?,
my mind is dark from my essence of me,
i dont want to promise you hopeless dreams,
in which im not the prince,
im just passenger passing by,
in the hope of belonging to the dream,
who is falling from my doubt,
will i ever see the meaning,
in which i hombly steere,
in every day of my life i swear.
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