Pretensious and cold,
that's what the world has come to be.
Yet, when I look at you,
a different world I see.
There's the sultry wind that whispers,
of unsaid promises, unheard stories.
The clouds form images,
of unrealised dreams.
A future, uncertain... unseen,
with life is worth living the mistry.
Fate's been my companion
that's what the world has come to be.
Yet, when I look at you,
a different world I see.
There's the sultry wind that whispers,
of unsaid promises, unheard stories.
The clouds form images,
of unrealised dreams.
A future, uncertain... unseen,
with life is worth living the mistry.
Fate's been my companion
in wishful thinking.
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