i'm waiting the day
my mascara is smeared
but for some reason it doesnt change
its time to cry in the rain
running my hands through
i've memorized your fingertips
but for some reason it doesnt change
its time to cry in the rain
could you give me my sword
you'll have the shield
then stars will shoot down from the sky
running i'll come through your window
and we'll dance
in a reverie i see
it'll be just you and me
and the promise i take will be bliss
for to these are just sands
passing only of glass
and i cant realize where i'm going
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