In this life, everything feels wrong,
When he comes, that's what he says
"You have to be strong
Cuz it will happen, someday
You have to be ready, when I'm gone"

Well, it's quite easy
You can talk what you want
But my disease
It's made of life's taunt
Made of it's irony
There's no rescue for me
And then he tells me
"You have to have faith,
Sweetheart, you should pray,
You have to have strenght to believe
Trust me, somehow,
Things gonna change,
And you must never doubt..."

See, I can't help, I miss him
Protecting me trough his thoughts


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