My impulsive nature is nothing compared to my regrets,
like nightmares when the lights are on;
how can I still feel the warm embrace of your love
from our yesterdays,
inside this chilling wind
within the dark curse
of your forever in every tomorrow.
like nightmares when the lights are on;
how can I still feel the warm embrace of your love
from our yesterdays,
inside this chilling wind
within the dark curse
of your forever in every tomorrow.
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