Such a big world.
Yet no place just for us.

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The Call.

I wait for a call.
It's yours or God's.
I'll pick either of them.
And accept both by my all.

Unavoidable emptiness.
Surrounds me now and then.
Accepting either of the calls.
Happily or forever, everything will end.

Seems like the God will ring me first.
You are so far to touch.
Patience have become a burden now.
I cannot not take this any much.

So please call before its too late .
I'll pick it up before the second bell.
Before I fade into nothingness.
Listen to the romance I have to tell.

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We are the victims of our own words.

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Blaming me will not break my heart.
But accusing me of something I can never do tears me apart.

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Grab my hands when I am about to fall
I am tearing apart hold me now
The flame of joy isn't burning at all
Yet I feel it's warmth in this sorrow somehow

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Never joke too much.
Being serious about something will also seem like a joke.

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Even when he wanted to know himself.
Her eyes were the mirror he looked for.

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My heart stops beating yet I feel more alive.
Isn't your smile ironic?

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Even at your worst, I'll love you more than anything else in this world.

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