I'm such a believer,
That you're behind my back...
And God's my witness:
Run out of thoughts. Just lack.
The happiest smile ever...
No locks, but keys.
And only my question's: Dear,
Who do you tease?
Whole soul is just laceration.
How's heart? The same.
My blood has stopped circulation
Inside my brain.
Your fragrance's 'ccupied my lungs
And all my dreams...
It's not a romantic poem-
Fatal diseas.
When you take my hand in yours,
I have to attack...
All the same, ain't afraid of you
Behind my back.
I have to...
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