You keep disappearing to the other side, receiving only moments of a smiling face, my dear
You keep torturing, turning ignorance’s impatience into spoiltness
The jet black neglect illuminating the inevitable death, a lump unchanging serving in your chest
Ahh, why can the see through future still be mangled in this process?
Ahh, why do you always prefer to stand cowering in the rain?
You keep disappearing to the other side, in this case it’s easy to not sympathize with you, my dear
You keep torturing, going out to personally chase distance
The crumbling inevitability scooped out at your feet, A finger grips and waits for somebody’s assistance
Ahh, why can the see through future still be mangled in this process?
Ahh, kidnapped things dream only of a lap to hold
The jet black neglect illuminating the inevitable death, a lump unchanging serving in your chest
Ahh, why can the see through future still be mangled in this process?
Ahh, why do you always prefer to stand cowering in the rain?
Ahh, why can the see through future still be mangled in this process?
Ahh, kidnapped things dream only of a lap to hold…
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