My eyes can't follow your story,
Spinning round and round inside the interpretations.
I hate of my hope upon you !
I disgust of my trust upon you !
I'll try to live in your smell of ignorance.
My heart is just my biggest enemy !
I should imprisoned myself with my own rules.
Fool is the name you gonna call me,
When all my whisperings you hear.
Keep on moving on your believes . . .
I'll be just a dust in your eye that you really disgust . . .
Shut up your pretended glance !
Left me just like a dead . . .
Anyway, I'll try to love you the way I use to do . . .
(bs)
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