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The nightfall in my heart
Let them see
My evening star.
The mourning of my mind
Fell in the glory of my soul,
And it rips my inside apart.
I think I'm in love.
How could I come to this?
If I promise
To never be myself
In front of you.
The glass of veracity
Bleaks me, sears me.
I rather be blind
To never see
How far you are
To be with me.
And all I do is drift you afar,
More than you already are.
The misunderstanding of what I really mean
Is supported by the hypocrisy of my soul.
Not to you, but for me,
To make me believe
That I love you never more.
- dNa ×