One thing is always the result of another
With me and my lover
No money, No Contamination, here for each-other,
Perhaps though, it's all just a cover,
This one thing is shared, between me and my lover.
Endless separation. No trust, No intimacy.
Perhaps my life is a little to fair,
At my life i'll sit and stare,
End this pain I wouldn't dare,
If only, If only, I still had the words of my mother.
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