It seemed to be the only thing that I had
And all torment and all pain
it leaked on the inside and it covered me
I would make of everything you it
Only you it
I do not know what to make
I do not know what to make
when it is said of the love
More you is the myth that I must believe
I must be dreaming
more I am not
you is real
I place everything in my throat and I choke
all piece of my suffering
this suffocates me
i do not know what to make
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