Siting alone on the roof,
When the sky is dark black,
When all the hopes are ruined,
When the world turns back from me,
When I am all alone.
It makes me feel blind
Where there is no hope
To see forward Against the clouds of
dissappointment.
All that I see is a dream of yours,
All that I need is a touch of yours.
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