Sascha, siempre te voy a amar!
here it ends
noone's gonna shed a tear
no need to shout
just to stand the silence
(a) well spent time
in the early mornings haze
you sit and wait
watching full glasses through blank eyes
vacuous winter stare
worn out version of yourself
too tough to fall
but not strong enough to turn
this is not
what you wanted
not what you had in mind
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