Standing Again
Standing up Again
Just Like a national history book
Our moment is sticking on me
Like some weird painful cicatrix
That are bitting my corporal soul
You took me from the shiny sky
And you buried me in the darkness
Alive, with a knife set in my heart
There, I met the unconscious condition
I was worthless, I spent two years
In the sensational rehabilitation
While I was motivated to see her
Magic happened, I was Standing up again
I stood up again and I went to her
She saw me and sent a desolate face
Inside me, the reason was against the love
However, I was ready to be hitting again
Highly, she smiled and erased the past
I felt her sorcery power over me
I kissed her and knew she'll be more
painful
But I want to stay even though she'll burn
me to ash
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