If I could only wake up in the world of love
without old debts and all those ghosts
that have constantly haunted me
If i could kiss you in chilly springs
with no memories of shame
nor images of suffer
that are adhered right on us
Because my life is a game without borders
tired story, torn pages
empty and blank
Because my life is an eternal fall,
when I count the defeats, there's nothing left
just some old habits withdrawn in me remain
If I could only wake you up, make you a coffee
bring it to the bed, and then kiss you
but no such thing shall happen, nor does it exist
If I could fall in love in a little country girl
somewhere in the meadow up in the space
so that I no longer have to look down
Ref.
because my life is a game without borders
tired story, ripping pages,
empty and blank
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