between a smile and a cynical
I'm still tired today
and tomorrow I hope there is one little surprise
dreams do not sleep anymore
and dismay felt real
I'm a little hope,
tomorrow there is still arefraction light of the stars for me
so many stories to be lived
and I just wanted to be a listener only
but they were always pulled
with weapons of gentleness
crying I'm still singing na, na, na, na
in every blink of my eye I still miss something
by hand it will all seem fine
and I want everything to go smoothly though with every tear
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