Who do you think am I?
Who am I supposed to be?
Does it matter for you?
Once upon a time, you came with the face of happiness.
I used to think that you are my savior, my warrior.
Now I know I was wrong.
I was stupid, naive, too innocent to believe in that.
It's called as love.
Yeah I was wrong to keep it deep inside.
I should've threw it away.
Far far away accross the universe.
I shouldn't keep you.
No, I'm not crying over you.
No, I'm not gonna beg for you.
Yes, I'm gonna let you go.
Yes, I'm setting you free.
Who are you supposed to be now, dear stranger?
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