No guys mean a lot
'Cause you've taken all the slots
You flew away with the key
That makes my heart stops beating
I'm trying, you know?
Resist all your hollows
Stop the memories flow
Keeping you in low
But what do I get?
Only fact that I can't forget
Countless time I've played
And my mind makes you on set
What should I do?
Should I hoping you?
Or facing the truth?
That you're a dream never comes true
This feeling is killing, you know?
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