I don’t know why, loneliness has come
to meet me again..
At what turn has love brought me..
to meet me again..
At what turn has love brought me..
Is my fight against myself,
or against God Himself,
At what turn has love brought me..
At what turn has love brought me..
Love is a game of cards,
of breaking and building trust..
of breaking and building trust..
Don’t know why I think,
that I am an empty road..
Have you lost me somewhere,
or have I gone lost myself?
Come find me again..
What should I promise you again..
that I am an empty road..
Have you lost me somewhere,
or have I gone lost myself?
Come find me again..
What should I promise you again..
I’m a broken musical instrument,
I’m angry with myself,
I’m that voice
which is hidden somewhere in the chest..
Listen to me without saying anything..
How long can the heart bear silence..
Love is a game of cards, of breaking and building trust..
I’m angry with myself,
I’m that voice
which is hidden somewhere in the chest..
Listen to me without saying anything..
How long can the heart bear silence..
Love is a game of cards, of breaking and building trust..
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