I should remember of this, ever
A dark cloud sometimes roams over me
Do you know someone who died of broken heart anyway?
Sometimes I fail so greatly
So much misery, so much loss
Dark clouds over me, no change of the wind
My life is delayed
And I still don’t care
Cause I’m nothing, but myself
Dusting at home
I’m the boy that nobody owns
Being happy and sad
In my little particular world
Don’t give me your heart
I don’t know what to do with it
Sorry, but I’m incapable of love
Get yourself used with it.
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