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Weak and tired
I'm sitting here, soaking wet and dry
with my wounded heart
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I don't know when or how
but I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
There is what I want to keep
there is what I want to loose
How long do I have to weep?
for the loosing part is a little bit tougher
I hate how it doesn't change
No matter how much time passes,
I'm still being dragged on the floor
dead weak and tired
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
© Fidy♡
with my wounded heart
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I don't know when or how
but I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
There is what I want to keep
there is what I want to loose
How long do I have to weep?
for the loosing part is a little bit tougher
I hate how it doesn't change
No matter how much time passes,
I'm still being dragged on the floor
dead weak and tired
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
© Fidy♡
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