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We′re each other′s last chance


I hated all this fucking year
Until in my life you′re appeared
I hope it′s destiny, not death dance
Cos we′re each other′s goddamn last chance

The weather outside became better
As if somebody send her letter
I feel myself now as if I′m twenty
It′s like my heart say "life isn′t empty"

Nobody knows about the future
Universe can tells my feel is mutual
Don′t want to screw again and think the past
I think about this sometimes in bus

I counting days until our first meet
My heart rate grows when I think about it
Hope I′ll don′t be shy. It makes me nervous
My mind like the phone who out of service

My pain was unbearable but I′m survive
Finally I don′t hate my fucking life
I heal my wounds like a magic tree
If this my reward I am agree

Predict the future, year two thousand thirty
You still hug me, I don′t need to worry
"I′m happy" is my last posted tweet
Time goes by and I′m still repeat

"I hated all that fucking year
Until in my life you′re appeared
It′s really destiny, not death dance
Cos we′re each other′s goddamn last chance"

(с) Robbo037
09/24/2020






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