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When you have lost two things, one of a kind. A best friend. or two.
One was your own choice, cause silly things came up. You thought you could not handle.
The other had been slipping away for a long time, you were just to weak to realise.
ANd now you're left with tears and lies. Pices of your herat you have sacrificed.
But once you close one door you will open another. But it's hard to find the way out in the dark when some of your lights ran out.
You are not alon. But you do not feel that strong. Things almost never rebuilds to a better.
I wanna go home to my love.
One was your own choice, cause silly things came up. You thought you could not handle.
The other had been slipping away for a long time, you were just to weak to realise.
ANd now you're left with tears and lies. Pices of your herat you have sacrificed.
But once you close one door you will open another. But it's hard to find the way out in the dark when some of your lights ran out.
You are not alon. But you do not feel that strong. Things almost never rebuilds to a better.
I wanna go home to my love.
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