They're asking me about you, they ask about the reason we left. Giving reasons I've made my mind: now I know, we both, together are a disaster. A song says "kissing you is like make come an hurricane", and that's between us.
Now I need to know that just a piece of the fantasy is not a totally lie. How could I face it again? I can't pretend I can make you come back, I would lying myself...
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