Or dead from inside
I no longer believe in love
And no longer my heart laughs
Something has been broken within
And my belief is gone....
But that's not entirely true
That's the only thing I breath
So What if a flower is plucked
To express a fake love..
The flower still remain pious
After it is thrown....
I know it's temporary
I calm down myself ,
That everything happens for good
The melody will soon be back
My heart would sing the same tone.
Yes the melody will be back
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