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Nov 2020
My mood changes
When you are brought up in conversation
Make me lose trust in the whole world
By choosing to be with me
Alone next to me
Alone next to me
Alone next to me
From the first sentence you uttered I knew
That the loves before you were just misunderstandings
I want you so much that others may hate you
Passing by us with envy in their eyes
My mood changes
When you are brought up
Your name like the rain
Carries your scent
That part of my heart
The part that belongs to no one
When did it get so peaceful with you?
No one knows
Make me lose trust in the whole world
By choosing to be with me
Alone next to me
Alone next to me
Alone next to me
From the first sentence you uttered I knew
That the loves before you were just misunderstandings
My mood changes
Thinking of my love, with whom it's been months since I lost contact.
Written by
Weddell Amundsen
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