you used to drive on mountains
you used to fly above
so many blessings you can't count them
you used to fall in love
you always did your finest
passion always first in line
who are you now, my highness
you're running out of time
I am afraid of past mistakes
they haunt me night and day
if you give me a handshake
I will quietly go away
my words aren't working
they don't come out of me
all I have is this hurting
that no one can see
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