All dreams turn into ripples,
But not all ripples come from dreams.
All true loves steal you heart,
But they always break it.
They always smile to you
And promise they won lie,
But they´ll lie.
They wil tell you they love you,
But what if they don´t
I have to let heim be dust,
Dust in the wind.
Someone that comes and gets blown away by someone else.
Someone that doesn´t care.
That will never care.
I need to stop eopening doors to a new life
Then go back to the old one.
Because each time,
My heart will just break,
Break more than I want it to.
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