sometimes i look at the mirror and see your eyes
on my stranger s face
sometimes i listen the wind and hear your voice
through the space
sometimes i wake at the ghost midnight
i almost can feel your hands holding me tight
sometimes i think you filled the part of my soul
i am not sure if i can make it whole
sometimes i m looking for you as an addict for dose
my heart s poisoned with sadness of dying white rose
sometimes when i drinking delightful fine wine
i question myself will you ever be mine
drunk english boy someday in some time
tell me will you ever be mine
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