Thinking about you
Every damned night,
Being far away from truth,
Don’t know that's wrong or right.
Holding petty thoughts
Every time in my mind,
I know when it stops,
Can’t tell exactly why.
It will be in your heart,
Being so distanced.
We are two poles apart,
I cannot resist it.
The only thing I care,
What land I chosed will be.
I left my ill heart there
Far away from me.
Far away
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