
I look weak and defenseless,
But at the same time I'm so prey!
As a child who lost a toy,
I want to take a step!
I am a guest in your life;
With a cup of coffee and a lit cigarette.
I want to stay in your life,
But something keeps me running away!
Fear, anxiety,
Or is it a dream?
But it's not love...
...I'm afraid of it!
I am a guest in your life,
Dear, smiling and pretty...
But I can not stay-
Maybe in the soul... I'm already poor!
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