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Delusional
Still believing in what's been,
Not in that, which guides my eyes.
Not to end, but just begin
As the one, who always pries
Into shadows' lonely view,
Losing sight of what's myself,
Thinking "I'm what's left of you".
"Me" left on...
Not in that, which guides my eyes.
Not to end, but just begin
As the one, who always pries
Into shadows' lonely view,
Losing sight of what's myself,
Thinking "I'm what's left of you".
"Me" left on...
