On the way home
I can't hear what am I whispering beside my ear
I can't identify what is playing around in my mind
I don't know what i want
Stranger. You are not a stranger.
You live right here since the day we met
and smiled and walked away
The shadow I have under the sun
The sunflower that fades infront of my eyes
The shiny little victory that i dreamed
They are frightening me
I'm probably lost.
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