With these weak eyes seeing, with these hands typing, with these ears listening to the music.
Unfortunately
I'm trapped in the dark room with so many dead stuffs
My head is banging here and there with uncertain feelings
I know something, the balloon just goes up
Pumped up by music and it sets my mood instantaneously
Finally I'm crying for something unsure
I dont know, I just want to hit the hay
and dream of you
Start the day with the sun shining
and I? will be smiling
all day
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