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days I gave, days you gave, the same or What makes sense for your scattered words Or what time had taught you before I came It was just a drop of water in my sea To stand again, rise my hands and see Things ,so far, in the sky still come You care how I am or even how I’ve become A king without a kingdom, without a crown A man you deceived, a man you let down If words could tell the pain you made, you make Then let those sundry wounds invade me for pain sake What a life I may lead, what chances I can take I walked along the streets asking for peace For moments I needed and for a missing piece Nothing I have got just one single fact That no more pretending, im going to act Like a new comer, knowing nobody, and my heart like a hammer Hard hammer, no more worries, a man you made by your swagger For she can drag you to the top Or edit you like an image in photoshop But she never “saves you as”, just “cancel” for another male You think I will fail, this tale never ends with my woe My pride takes over me from the head to the last toe Am not a foe, but am a man who never falls apart For I told you everything and that was my own part My own dart, went on for nothing, my heart You once had it all, liking my status, writing in my wall No, you’ll never have it, I’ve made an oath For one way can never lead us…both ………… 14/07/2012
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