My strength became my weak point
A medicine won’t stop the pain
My name became ashamed
What can I do for it?
Crying and suffering more
This isn’t what I’ve planed
But I can’t just stop the rain from falling down
And to become a storm
A little castle is about to fall
But the wheatear is still warm
What did I plan for it?
To through all this madness
We’ll have to get through our souls and pride
Then we won’t fall for it
I promise you, my love. We won’t.
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