I wanna glow, I wanna grow,
I used to think, I used to know
What I should do,
But you appeared
And all my days become a big,
The biggest sadness of my life.
Want to forget, return my nights.
Damn, should you be so much for me?
Should I be done? I should be free.
I'm tired of being trying still.
Please, go ahead, I am fucking milled.
What I need?
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