Your love
Alone in my room, With blanks walls, With no life inside the room. I'm captive inside Staring at the naked ceiling, Thinking about someone. Thinking about someone, I, with no expression, I, with feelings burning inside, I just dream about it. But, how sad that this Won't ever happen to me. This won't happen to me, Because I still don't know, Don't know the feeling of it: How does it feel? Will I ever finally feel it? But it is all in vain. It's all in vain, Because of all I do, Everything I'm trying to change, I'm not always perfect. Trying to change again, But will need to change again. All in vain, all lost, Hope nowhere found. A little light arises. Mask of that light, A person never has seen, But a friend always missing. Never forgotten, but Always remaining. No battle strong enough Because you and me we're one. One last thing needed: Your love to be my love. Your love to be my love, My love to be your love, That will never perish. Your life to be mine, Myself to live in it Alongside with you.
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