"My instinct got in my way. It's true what they say!
This world is your chance to create."
That's when I see your face in strangers.
That's when I can't help, but to hurt you.
That's when the music sounds cliche.
And the movies become a language.
When I recognize happiness as misery and possibilities as a falure.
No man, no person, no desire - nothing blocks you from me. including your women.
When you are crashed to see me strong. But, still, remain.
Because I'd rather make you feel something then sleep.
hence,
I LOVE, THEREFORE I AM.
Binded. Vital. Helpless. Happy... Tru - ALIVE.
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