Who I am ? A frustrated mess... Is that all ?
Who we are ? One more photograph on the wall ?
Could you be honest, just one little time, if I asked you ?
Well, for every single lonely tear of mine, there's an ocean of truth...

There are gardens which are so full of dreams,
And there's a nightmare full of these gardens.
And there's a flower where I hide my fears
And the holy piece of our diferences.

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