You get out of a painful experience
Mine wasn’t as good.
We can’t get into new experience
You want to cure love with love
You want to substitute suffer
With suffer.
I’m afraid of the coming days
You’ll say you have a past
You’ll be the executioner
And the judge .
The days will be against
our love
if our nights come again
our hearts may be cured
love needs forgiveness
as trees need water
put your hand in my hand
and forget our loss
may be our wounds can be healed
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