you know? I say I'm lying, and yet, I think. You say I'm wicked and I think kind ... I have little interest in what I say, whenever you can stay by your side. I say that I play, I lie, I tell you ... I am a demon, and you move like an obnoxious mosquito to light ... My light that can lead to death ...
Why should I change?
not understand in any way ...
Sorry ...
was also my fault ...
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