I lost the hope in myself,
maybe I'm just not made for this.
I don't know how long I'll stay
before disappearing again.
Hold my hand, if you're pleased
before you'll touch only the tears
of a wanderer in their own homeland.
I lost the hope in myself,
maybe I'm just not made for this.
I don't know how long I'll stay
before disappearing again.
Hold my hand, if you're pleased
before you'll touch only the tears
of a wanderer in their own homeland.
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