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It's been over a month past the end of two weeks
But living this way makes me helpless and weak
I wait for the day to stop thinking of you
Can't help myself wondering if it was true

I've ruined my happiness with my own hand
I've made you believe i'm too bad and too mad
You're gone and i wouldn't try to change it once more
You're my only dream, that I kept living for

ноябрь 2002 г.