I was thinkin about him, thinkin about me. Thinkin about us, what we gonna be? Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream. So I travel back, down that road. Will he come back? No one knows. I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream....
The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...
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