I know too well how to be stupid
I'm trying to learn though
All these years will perhaps have been used for something
I'm going at full speed
br/>I'm wrong again, that's for sure
There are stories that hurt
Of all the others, what remains
Here you take my hand
It makes me lose my way
How can you expect it to not matter to me
When I wake up in your arms
This place is not for me
If I can't reach you
And see you in the photos
Which wander in my head
That's all done
And all is said

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