I´d like to burn in the rain,
Over and over again…
When i just felt a drop,
Growing me in your crop…
And everything has seemed a role,
Rotting,
Weeping in my hole,
Hot and so cold…
I wish you were everlasting,
In my memories of spring…
In my memories fading in the wind.
But time was passing…
To bleed, forevermore, in my sorrow…
Although I keep me in mind
To not become blind.
So ,in the end,i think it´s my row..
I´d say, I’d see
I´ll be dragging to a way...
But... I won´t let this build up inside of me.
Edge;)
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