He lost his way in his sad fate

He felt the things in the fate

Lose the essence more and more

He coudn't stop desire

He coudn't be without

And stayed like myself

They said he looked for the face he lost

He's hidden from the other people

His shaking hands needed a help

He's waiting every day

Looking for what he needed

On my own...

There were hate and no fate at the start

Only man who lived this knew

What he was feeling

Joy was hidden in the subconscions

On my own...

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