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At the end of the past sits a guy
searching for his muse.
In a song for a violent act of love.
Find his rapist friend for love abuse.

Do I look so naive,
It's so hard to belive.
In a word , I may try.
Nothing's harder than a lie.

Behind the pain of the guys
stares a girl while she cries.
When you feel betrayed
you can not be his friend

Do I look so naive,
It's so hard to belive.
In a word , I may try.
Nothing's harder than a lie.

Found his friend in time.
A guy with empty mind.
Looking for a muse that cries
For ever in dept to his priceless advice.