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On my own
You were born too old
it was always too late
nothing could be done
to change your state
you needed to hide from life
you always had a complain
and for you I was too wild
and I needed to be tamed...
You showed to me
something you were not
you made me believe
yours was real love
I knocked so hard
for you to open your door
but you left me outside
dry, lonely and cold.
And what do I do now?
and where do I go?
who is gonna love me
when my youth is gone?
walking on the streets
on my own
I didn't sign for this
you broke your vows.
Jessica
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Jessica Carrasco
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